November 13, 2007

Swashbuckled

This morning while I was combing my hair, Linus--like a pirate king leaping from a crow's nest toward a ship's sail to ride down the fabric as it ripped against the edge of his dagger--jumped from the toilet seat onto my ass and rode down the lily white sails that were my legs, now striped like festive holiday candy canes with blood. Simon had to apply ointment and half a dozen bandaids to my backside. I'm lucky I didn't end up in a gluteal tourniquet.

Work is insane and when I get home in the evening it's already been dark for two hours and all I want to do is drink hot chocolate. After that, all I want to do is clean and organize the house. After that, all I want to do is think of England. Blogging isn't cracking the Top 10. Sorry, folks.

As promised, though, here is the state of my office. Depending on who you ask, the elevator should be working again either Thursday or December 3. Pity me.

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And here is Linus bathing his weapons.

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Posted by Leah at November 13, 2007 02:27 PM
Comments

Why doesn't Linus have to wear Soft Paws like Eve? His claws are probably much sharper and he is obviously just as naughty.

Posted by: Ted at November 13, 2007 03:18 PM

We're afraid it will negatively affect his resale value.

Posted by: Leah at November 13, 2007 03:22 PM

Oh, it was a morning full of strife. First of all, just today as we were getting out of the shower, I told Leah what a great behind she has. I was complimenting her on a particular detail about her rear, a particular characteristic that is uncommonly nice, and which I will not mention here.

Then, not 10 minutes later, I find myself applying band-aids to said rear, nearly sobbing. Wouldn't you sob if you saw, first had and close up, the Mona Lisa with switchblade slashes across it? Yes, you would.

Fast forward 30 minutes. Jeans are on, and rear is looking as good as ever, and I started to give a little love-swat. Before making contact, I caught myself. I am sad when I am denied access to such perfect beauty, but I know that swatting a sliced-up rear isn't going to do anybody any good.

-Simon

Posted by: Simon at November 13, 2007 03:34 PM

Overshare much?

Posted by: Leah at November 13, 2007 03:47 PM

RE:Simon's comment - do all guys find it impossible to not smack their SOs backside all day long? My husband is always doing that.

Posted by: MicheleLouise at November 13, 2007 04:09 PM

HeHe.

Sorry about your rear, Leah. That's crap. ;)

Posted by: reddirtroad at November 13, 2007 04:10 PM

I think the love-swats are part of the genetic makeup.

Posted by: Janssen at November 13, 2007 04:11 PM

Men and their obsessive love for the bootay. A (very cute) puzzle for the ages.

Posted by: Super-S at November 13, 2007 04:28 PM

My cousin's cat did something similar to me. I was sitting at the dining table talking to everyone, my hair was in a pony tail and must have been moving around while talking and her cat decided that it was a toy. She lunged at my hair and got her nails stuck in my back and just hung there. They had to pull her off me. OUCH! So I feel your pain right now, I hope your wounds heal quickly.

Posted by: Teej at November 13, 2007 04:49 PM

OUCH! Why do they DO THAT? My Lissy has made similar moves while I'm typing- I've got the scars to prove it. Never had her get me quite like your Linus did though- yow!

Posted by: Lou at November 13, 2007 06:02 PM

OUCH! Why do they DO THAT? My Lissy has made similar moves while I'm typing- I've got the scars to prove it. Never had her get me quite like your Linus did though- yow!

Posted by: Lou at November 13, 2007 06:02 PM

Just as Simon likes your ah 'assests' so does Linus - unfortunately because he is a cat he also likes to mark his territory. So this morning he was giving you a 'love scratch' as well as letting Simon know that your rear is in his ownership and Simon needs to keep his hands off. Well thats what I reckon anyway!

Posted by: Anna at November 13, 2007 06:23 PM

The mess in front of the elevator looks like it belongs in my garage.

Posted by: beck at November 13, 2007 08:20 PM

I hope you your legs forgive Linus soon enough or at least are scar-free.

I don't know how anyone can work in that environment. They should let you work from home. Tell them I said so.

If I was going to England, I'd be ignoring everything, blogging included.

Posted by: She Likes Purple at November 13, 2007 08:42 PM

I have a four inch long slice on my forearm, otherwise known as Q's launch pad, from a dog chasing cat/cat chasing dog incident. It's been there for 7 days and it's still icky and red.

Cat scratches are the worst and I can't imagine having them on the ol' Onyon.

Methinks Simon needs to continue to apply first aid. Yes; continually. He may even have to go to work with you just to perform an ass-scratch check.

You should check and see if your insurance covers that. The part about Simon, I mean. Maybe he could make a little extra money...who knows?

;)

Posted by: Natalie at November 13, 2007 09:23 PM

The above is why I adore Simon.

Sorry about your ass.

(P.S. I'll be in your time zone for the rest of the week so I can drunk dial you in real time. joy!)

Posted by: Heather B. at November 14, 2007 12:24 PM

I was about to say "I thought you had a ginger cat?" and then realised the shots were black and white. I am an idiot.

It's FREEZING on this side of the pond, by the way. Bring woollies!

Posted by: Catherine at November 14, 2007 01:29 PM

Awww, what a cutie! He looks so deceptively innocent ;)

Posted by: Margarita at November 14, 2007 04:59 PM

I'm really sorry, but jeezus, that's funny.

I have a fluffy robe and when my husband pats my bum it retains his handprint. He finds this delightful and he pats me on the rear every time I put the robe on.

Posted by: Brooke Habecker at November 15, 2007 11:18 AM

I'm really sorry, but jeezus, that's funny.

I have a fluffy robe and when my husband pats my bum it retains his handprint. He finds this delightful and he pats me on the rear every time I put the robe on.

Posted by: Brooke Habecker at November 15, 2007 11:18 AM

It's been one of those weeks. I hope you have a wonderful weekend to make up for it.

Posted by: Chris Cactus at November 16, 2007 06:51 AM

My life sounds very similar to yours right now - except trade elevator problems with school and minus the cats. So really, the only things that are the same are getting home after dark (which is far too late, in my opinion) and the hot chocolate. Try it with Baileys next time! Or broken up candycane bits. Yum.

Posted by: Shirley at November 16, 2007 01:12 PM

Can't believe nobody pulled out this obvious groaner: having a cat can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. I feel very let down by the Internet, having to write cliches all the time! Geez!

Looks like your camera is back, and I'm sure you're happy. You should see the outfit one of our freelance photogs is trying to get me to buy from him. It weighs about 3 tons.

While on that subject, a while back we'd discussed low-light shooting. If you don't already have the 50 mm f 1.8, I highly recommend it. Don't pay attention to the snobs who eschew it for its plastic body and low price (around $80). It takes stunning pics, even in utter darkness. Focus is a little squirrely, but you can always do it by hand. (tee hee)

Posted by: Texas T-bone at November 16, 2007 01:14 PM

Awwww...the bathing kitty has officially made my day.

Posted by: Hathery at November 19, 2007 10:31 AM
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