LOL… Why is it when the little, adorable, champagne tabby kitten followed us home, everything he did was cute and funny, but now that he’s become a nearly-grown tyrant it’s… well, not so much? Somewhere in the last month, after picking up the books he shoved off to bomb the dog for the 32nd time, or picked up the broken bits of some irreplaceable dollar-store figurine that he shoved off, or tried to find a pencil that didn’t have the damn eraser chewed off, his little antics stopped being quite so funny. Everyone walks around with shoes on, covering their heinies, in fear of the tabby terror and his 20 claws that come flying out whenever you least expect it.
OH, and here’s a really good one for you: The smarty-pants can open up the metal tin that we keep their food in. I’ve had this tin for about 20 years and no cat has ever opened it before, but KYO-monster can and does often. He also likes to perch on the middle sash of the windows and watch the birds, which means there’s this horrid scrabbling noise and a galumph! that I am compelled to investigate and make sure nothing’s destroyed. So much for the idea his little vest keeps him on his best manners.
And the monster will eat anything. ANYTHING. Especially if one of the kids is currently eating it. I’ll be in my room, reading (snicker, yeah… we’ll go with that) and I’ll hear a scream from the other room, followed by “KYO! GET OUT OF MY FOOD! YUCK! Now I have to get another bowl of cereal. STUPID CAT!” And I wonder why my grocery bill has gone up since his arrival. It was cute when he was eating a nibblet or two of corn that fell from the table, “Awww, look! Kyo likes corn! Isn’t that funny?” But now that he thinks he’s the KING of the house, it’s not nearly as “funny” when he jumps up on the table, landing (as planned, I have no doubt) squarely in your food. “It’s got hair in it now, must be MINE =^.^= ” What a BRAT!
But we still love the little Booger (oddly enough, that’s Mag’s nickname, too… Booger… and he’s her cat, so it makes sense he’d BE one). And I have to say with this last month’s general malaise, I’ve appreciated the distractions. Ah, lovely February. I think it’s the worse month of all for my Seasonal Affected Disorder. I just start feeling like the sun will never come back, it’ll never get warm again, and why bother. I read two and a half books in February. I did finish Tainted, by the way. It kinda felt a little long and by the last 100 pages or so I was skimming to see what happened next. All I have to say is, NOW I know why I don’t date! Dang! And the last line of the book, I think, was the most frightening of all. YIPES!
I also read Graceling and want to re-read it again. I haven’t wanted to read anything since because I just loved it too much. I don’t want to pick up Fire now because I know Katsa and Po aren’t in it. I hope Cashore writes another book with them in it. I’m sure there’s more than enough story to go forward. Bitterblue’s rule could give plenty of material. I have a feeling she’d become a graceling, she just had that kind of feel to her.
And I’m behind on the Lord of the Rings readalong. I don’t want to leave Tom Bombadil :-( Endings and leaving great characters are depressing. But the sun is shining, my windows are open and the spring birds are back, so maybe I can finally quit hibernating and get back into a routine, not to mention eating better… I feel so icky from it all.
OKAY…. so I’m only about three weeks late with the winners for the Push giveaway, but here we go. There was a total of 29 entries, and of those there were about 15 unique entries, but I’m going ahead and giving away two copies since it’s taken me so long to get off my lazy behind and do it. So the winners, chosen by number at Random.org, are:
5. Sue who said, “I have a couple that inspire me… Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner and A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry.”
7. Marci who wrote, “The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd has inspired me. I love her ease of writing style and her word choices.”
Congrats to the winners!