I got the ideal partner for Loki in Pumpkin. And all such a fluke. I now
credit
my mother, for naming her, which pretty much sealed our collective fate.
I've never had such a social/feline-friendly-playmate female cat before. She's not a lap cat, but definitely human-oriented. If go out a door, she cries. Her favorite retreat is upstairs on the chair in my bedroom, but if she's awake (and Devi isn't on the prowl) she's wherever I am.
Preens and stretches for face-rubs all the time.
She's a very stretch-y cat. Her wake-ups involve at least 4 different looong stretches.
the stereotypical farmer's name was Jonathan, to the point where some of the jokes just started with "Jonathan came to the store"
In the mid 19th century, the archetypal dumb yokel was a "Pike Countian," from Pike County, Missouri.
She's not a lap cat, but definitely human-oriented.
Once Switch was over six months old or so, he wasn't a lap cat anymore, either. But he does like to be in the same room as I am, and he does talk to me. If he's outside and I go out there, that's when he rubs all over my ankles -- I assume to tell any other creatures I belong to him? No clue.
Cortez isn't a lap cat, either, but he is a Velcro cat. He needs to be pressed up against you in some way, and will. not. move. once he's settled and comfortable.
First week she was here, Pumpkin LOVED to be carried like a baby. Now, NSM. But she still wants to be wherever I am (all three are passed out in the same room with me.)
I've been mostly absent around her due to spending two weeks in Victorian England with a miser and some ghosts and then two weeks with 4 guys in speedos in a swimming pool in Greece. My month of nearly non-stop tech ended last Thursday and it's taken me this long to catch up here (with only a little bit of skimming, and no skipping!).
ION, I decided not to return to the summer gig I've been doing for 17 years. That's going to be quite the adjustment. I think I've left some of my friends from there a bit shell shocked.
Today I just learned that my brother is dating a woman who was on the gold medal winning softball team in the Sydney Olympics. How wrong would it be of me to do some googling?
Not even a little wrong.
Oooh... that makes me want to google my SIL.
I am so irrationally averse to googling someone I might be seeing. I would probably google my sister's guy, though.
Cajun does refer a place name, just not the right place name anymore.
I do love the origin of the accent name Yat ("Where y'at?"). That one is totally unrelated to location. Any location.
For some reason, this makes me think of CSI: Miami. But in a good way.
