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    It's a cold night up on my iceburg home. The wind occasionally gives the windows a good shake, but for the most part, it's quiet. There was snow the other morning, and though it didn't stay, it was a good, solid snowfall, and I stayed up talking about it with friends, as we bitched or rejoiced (depending on one's thoughts on winter sports) that winter had finally really come. The ski hills aren't open, but that night the plows ran about the streets as if 2" of snow would be the death of us. Hopefully this means the city won't be low on plowing funds like they were last year...

    The cats are inside. Chasing each other like maniacs, they storm up and down the stairs sounding like a herd of elephants, not like a pair of fuzzballs between 5-10lbs in weight. Sometimes they jump off my bookshelves, knocking books and cd's down, and then stare at me, as if I was the one who had the bright idea to use a full-size bookshelf as a junglegym.

    I've got mt.dew and cherry coke and bottled water that tastes like peaches to keep me going throughout the night, because, hell. I have another day off to waste, and I told some people I'd write them a story.

    I don't have a clue what I'm going to write. Just nagging half-formed ideas for stories. I want to call them half-aborted mind-fetuses, but I suspect that's just a leftover bit of brain damage from starting on reading Warren's Shivering Sands (which I'm liking quite a bit. It's an odd, relaxing thing).

    Its not that I can't write. I'm a capable writer-- at least when I'm more than half awake, and not decaf.

    I'm just shy.

    Besides. It's better than doing nothing on cold, dark nights, sitting around and waiting for something to happen.
    • CommentAuthormunin218
    • CommentTimeDec 2nd 2009
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    My cats bounce off walls like that, then moan pitifully as if the world is at an end and we've abandoned them.

    Then they usually ruin the moment by trying to eat a stray dustbunny or bumping their heads under furniture.

    Hell, my cats are a bit dim.

    heheh....
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    My cats meow at my stepgrandad until he opens doors around the house for them.
    I wish they were a bit dimmer.
    • CommentAuthormunin218
    • CommentTimeDec 3rd 2009
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    One of my cats bangs cupboard doors when he's bored. He hooks his little paw under the edge and opens it just enough, and lets go....
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    I'm finding that cats can vary their density at will. Some sort of gravity-altering ability.
    • CommentAuthormunin218
    • CommentTimeDec 29th 2009
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    Wouldn't surprise me in the least.

    They can understand english too, you know.

    At least mine like to shoot me dirty looks every time I say something unflattering about them.

    Then they poop on something.....hmm....
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    I think mine knows the difference between a twitter and an IM ping already.

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