Fearless on my breath...

"Shut your pie hole, old man," sez Jon Stewart to Pat Robertson regarding the whole "Haitians made a pact with the devil so they totally deserve the earthquake" thing. You know Jon has done a lot to keep me sane over the past 8 years and he's the intelligent, witty gift that keeps on giving. Also handsome, did I mention handsome?

Where was I? Ah yes, if you've got enough cash to help out some really good groups to donate to are:

Doctors without Borders

The American Red Cross

OxFam

...amongst many, many more. The pictures and video I've seen from down there are just horrific. Tens of thousands of people dead, a city in rubble, it's just beyond the imagination. As if life there weren't bad enough already.

In other more positive news, on the home front Lola continues to pick random fights with Pye which is freaking him the fuck out. Hachi is managing to balance her destructive/messy tendencies with the innate cuteness that has kept kittens on this plane of existence for thousands of years. She cheerfully destroys the guest room, then runs up to me with the big hazel eyes and mews and purrs and I forgive her in spite of it all. Right now she's laying up against my thigh and randomly attacking the Flash ads on the side of the laptop screen. She's also stepped on several keys making my laptop do odd random things to which I generally reply, "Hey cut that ou-...how did you do that?"

I've discovered that most of the time I end up talking to her in the same beleaguered but entirely too kindly voice with which Luke Skywalker addressed Yoda before he realized who the hell he was talking to. "Don't do that..." I whine ineffectually while she presses on with whatever nutty little thing she's taken it into her head to do.

Tonight moonlightnrain and lizzzie_lou dropped by to return my steam cleaner...only instead of my steam cleaner they gave me a new one because the other one was "dirty". I just smiled and said ok. I just hope they continue to enjoy the benefits of a steam cleaner, I know I will. I'm hoping to bust the new one out this weekend for some work in the living room. I've decided not to even consider the guest room until Miss Hachi finds her new home. I try not to even look in there if I don't have to. It's just better that way.

I'm currently reminding myself that I love my cats.

I really do.

I in no way have contemplated murdering either Lola or Pye and burying their bodies in the backyard. Nope, not at all.

Really.

Despite the fact that Pye managed to climb up to the top of my shelving unit in the kitchen and knock down the catnip plant that had been sitting up there minding its own business since Saturday. He did this about 10:30 last night after I was in bed, of course. Dirt everywhere.

It took me a good 10 minutes after I heard the huge crash to figure out where it had come from and then what precisely it was. Pye, of course, was in the guest room by the time I got up doing his, "Wow that was a loud noise, huh Mom? Wonder what could've caused it."

Then somewhere in the wee hours of the morning Lola had a little litterbox incident and got poop and poopy footprints all over the master bathroom. This I discovered after getting no sleep due to serious digestive issues all night. Fortunately I didn't step in it, but I did spend some time on my hands and knees with anti-bacterial wipes then making sure her litterbox was all cleaned out just in case that was the cause.

Between that, the not feeling well/no sleep thing and the fact that it was pouring when I got up I decided to give myself the day off. I'll deal with the work repercussions tomorrow, for today I just want to get my house clean and make it through the day without committing feline homicide.