Holy Christmica, its all over!

Cats in sinks again.

I’ll never understand it.  This crazy body language that our cat speaks.  Its so obscure.  Its times like these that I wish I was a scientist and could invent the World’s first animal translator.  Man I could be rich if I did that.

Then I could (probably) afford to make a baby.  Damn you Monster and your crazy language.  Damn you!!!!

Do you think she’s trying to tell me something?

I can’t quite translate her special cat language, but I guess maybe I should give her water or something?  Its such a complicated form of communication.  This could take years to interpret.

What?

It’s cold

Monster has not moved from this spot for 5 days. We can’t decide if she’s keeping the mouse out (that’s living in the heater) or she’s just freakin cold. Probably a little of both.

While we love San Francisco and its really old buildings, we’ve discovered that living in one of them has its own set of challenges. You see, Monster is bogarding our only form of heat which is so graciously heating the hallway. This hallway is about 45 feet long and fairly toasty, but if you want to be toasty and sleep, eat, watch tv, shower, pee, blog or just hang out, you really would be best served somewhere else. Monster is a balmy 90 degrees if you touch her and she couldn’t be happier.

If I can avert your attention to the large black hole under the heater for a second. This is where the mouse lives. We have never ever seen it, but its there. One look at Monster’s face after any mysterious noises tells us all we need to know.

Do you think that the years of bitching that she isn’t earning her keep have finally sunk in?

That’ll do, Monster. That’ll do.