mrow Had a cat jump onto the windowsill of our den window (through the rod iron bars too) and proceed to hiss at my poor little house kitty. So I hissed back at it, drove it off, and made damn sure it was gone. And then comforted my poor little kitty who's never seen me fight other cats at their level. (And for anyone doubting my sanity, believe me, after you realize that yelling and ranting at a cat for several minutes, and just having it stare at you like you're a moron, fighting them with their own hisses and growls is much more effective. It left in a nonce.)
On a separate note, I noticed a Kids Bops commercial (it's popular songs re-sung by kids) and it included Evanescence's Wake Me Up. That's just not right. It's like hearing a fuckin' four year old sing "love the second time around." What do little brats know about being dead to life, and even if they're so hideously abused or depressed that they do, why would they need it in a "happy version?" Just ain't right, man, just ain't right. :) KC
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