20061215

The Cats are taking over our lives.

Called Cory to schedule cat-sitting yesterday, she didn't pick up the phone, left a message. Got a call from Charleen yesterday informing us that some people are interested in adopting Rushmore and will we be able to take him to the taxi-drop-off for the adoption fair this Saturday, at 9am, please. (My chem final starts at 8am on Saturday.) Some arrangemenet with Annie later it's discussed that someone may be able to come over to our place and pick up Rushmore. Sigh of relief. Discovery that Cory had called while was on the phone with Charleen. Called Cory back. Made appointment in 15 minutes. Showed Cory around when she came over and left her apartment key (mine. Note to self-- make SURE Kate's back before attempting to come back self as will not be able to unlock door otherwise). Sooth agitated kitty who's still not used to strangers. Crammed for chem. Panicked slightly about Latin as have forgotten the type of adjective "nullus" is. Checked adjective. Rechecked. Shooed Rose away from Rushmore's food. Shooed Rushmore away from Rose's food. Checked email obsessively but still no sign of paper even though deadline is once again looming in the horizon. Made note to self that may need to bring laptop on trip as otherwise will have no time to finish editing the ridiculous thing before Sun. midnight. Remembered that the said ridiculous things is 18 pages. Petitioned for the use of Kate's laptop during bus trip if own laptop runs out of battery and paper still not done. Made note to self to bring USB stick. Listened to Annie attempting to keep order in her room with two cats in it. Agreed with Annie that we should get The Cats (now denoted with capital letters because they can behave in quite unholy fashions when together)used to being locked out together, in the living room. Bribe and coaxed Rose out of my room. Close door. Sigh of relief. Help Annie get Rushmore out of the room, held the bathroom door open so he can debate whether or not to come out, eventually shooed cat out. Close door, sigh of relief. Check around for cats, quickly open door and step in. Close door. Relax slightly and stubbornly ignore any noises that might or might not be occuring outside the door.

Cat scratching door at 1am. Not fun. Ignore all noises outside of door, verse, chorus, repeat.

Then it's morning again. Got up, dressed. Open door. Rose dashes in and make pitiful noises until petted and soothed. Made bed. Looked for Rushmore. Drag Rushmore out of kitchen cabinet, got hissed at, but gave him the Stare of Determination until he exits the kitchen. Fed Rose. Shooed Rushmore away from Rose's food. Shooed Rushmore away from Rose's food again a minute later. Reasoned should feed Rushmore as well to stop the shooing process and therefore save time. Knocked on Annie's door to get food. Annie asleep. Eventually gave up and goes to brush teeth. Stop in the middle of tooth-brushing to drag Rushmore out of cabinet. Was hissed at. Squirted him with water pistol when he tried to enter again. Rushmore Is Learning. Rushmore is Not Happy about having to Learn, but he shall deal with it. Placed loaded bag of canned goods in front of cabinet to speed up Learning. Went to wash face. Shooed Rose away from Rushmore's litterbox. Moved Rose's litterbox (now officially in the bathroom, horray) and led her there to show her that see, this is where it is now.

Eat breakfast. Stop in the middle to chase Rushmore out of the kitchen. Then chase Rose out of the kitchen. The Cats are not allowed in the kitchen. Ever. (We had to draw a line somewhere.) Fish Rose's toy out of the corner of kitchen, where she has carried it. Finished breakfast.

Lost Rushmore. Checked all cabinets. Checked all corners. Called. Rechecked all cabinets. No cat. Slight panic until noticed lump moving on bed. There are two cats both in my bed. Why do I have two cats in my bed? Remove Rushmore. Remove Rose. Stopped Rushmore from entering bathroom cabinet (he does love his cabinets). Two cats in my room, lots of noises behind me, wha--

Rose dashes to my feet. Rushmore hids under my blanket. Must check to see what The Cats have done now. Latin final at 4 pm. Cheers!

[edit 12:55] Because I can. Culprit #2:

Meet Rushmore.

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