My stepfather, who “doesn’t like sweets,” does in fact like Angel Food Cake and Marshmallow Peeps.

He doesn’t like cats, either.

I think he’d like this one.

(Pimp and the Peep discovered via Wall o’ Fluff.)

Feed enhanced by Better Feed from Ozh

Because the cat is determined that if she can’t be in someone’s lap, she’s going to take advantage of the warm air venting from our computers.

Feed enhanced by Better Feed from Ozh

We’ll start with the shower. When our old handheld showerhead died, we replaced it with one of these – a dual showerhead that has both a fixed showerhead and a handheld one, and a little switch on the side that you toggle to get water out of either one, or both.

Now we’ll move on to the cat. I took her in this morning for a checkup (she’s really fairly healthy, but she’s 17 years old, and she’s had some problems recently). She’s gained quite a bit of weight, which is good, but she’s got fleas and she’s anemic. Actually, she’s more anemic than she was when she was thinner. “That might have something to do with the fleas,” the doctor told me. “I hate to say this, but I think you’re going to have to bathe her.”

Schokie’s no stranger to baths. She had her first when she was a tiny kitten who’d never learned to groom herself properly and, as a result, smelled terrible. She doesn’t like them (though she does enjoy the warm water, as long as she doesn’t think about what you’re doing to her), but she puts up with them. When I got home from the vet, I took off my shoes, jeans and top, and climbed into the shower stall with the cat. She knew what was coming, and she tried to escape, but since she’s not strong enough to open the door, I left her to bang her head against the glass while I finished getting ready for her bath.

“It might be hard to keep my bra dry,” I thought, so I pulled it off and tossed it over the door, where it landed in the cat’s litterbox. I started giggling. “If it makes you feel any better, Schokie,” I said, “I just threw my bra into your catbox.” She wasn’t impressed. Then I flipped the switch on the showerhead through two clicks, pulled the handheld showerhead out of its bracket, turned on the water – and got hit in the face with a spray of cold, cold water.

Shit. One click. It should have been one click, if I only wanted water out of the handheld. There’s water pouring out of both showerheads, my underwear (which I’d left on, thinking I was just going to bathe the cat, and not myself) are soaked, there’s so much water in my eyes I can’t find the switch to toggle it back a click, and I’m laughing so hard it scared the cat, who’s huddled in a corner staring at me.

Still, at least I remembered to take my glasses off.

This time.

*I lie. This is would actually be Part II. Part I, however, wasn’t labeled as such at the time, so we’ll split the difference and call this Part I (and a half). You’ll find Part I (and no half) here.

Feed enhanced by Better Feed from Ozh

I’m days behind on NaNoWriMo. Days. I’m about to start working on it, as soon as I’ve finished blogging. I’ll write on the drive to Wyoming for Thanksgiving, as well. And in Wyoming. I have not yet admitted defeat. (And I’ll be going to the TGIO party whether or not I finish it…)

I’m trying to type with a cat in my lap. Last night, I was trying to type with my husband on my left arm. I persevere, regardless.

See, I used to think that a blog post needed a thesis. A theme. A point, even.

Now I’m just babbling.

Feed enhanced by Better Feed from Ozh

Now this.

NovySan and I went to England in March, and Ben Shockley (also of Rogues Yarn) introduced us to Marmite. We thought it was disgusting. And then we couldn’t stop thinking about it. So we tried it again. And it was still disgusting, but we liked it anyway. And then we came home. And we were still thinking about it. So we bought some, at the Indian restaurant across the street. And this morning, Schokie sat at NovySan’s feet, demanding a bit of whatever he was having, and so he gave her some. She licked it off his finger, and then kept licking, even after she’d gotten it all.

She’s fond of the occasional G&T, as well.

Feed enhanced by Better Feed from Ozh