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» Pet Stories
Hohner, The Magnificent
For two years, I had this big ball of orange and white fluff with claws that I named Hohner. He was found as a stray, so he was kind of skittish and immediately ran underneath my clawfoot bathtub (his favorite hiding place) at the mere sound of almost anything outside my apartment...other than that, he was one of the sweetest cats that I've ever owned. He had a few annoying habits:
-- He loved to chew on shoelaces, no matter how dirty and skanky they were...I had to eventually put all of my shoes in my closet to keep him from chewing all my shoelaces to shreds.
-- Every morning he'd wolf down his breakfast, then proceed to throw up all over the carpet. His favorite place to puke? Underneath my bed. I have one of those retractable beds on wheels that goes into the wall, so there's this big space in the wall where the bed slides in...thankfully, Hohner never threw up all the way in the back of the crawlspace, always on the carpet directly under my bed.
-- Whenever he had to go pee in his litterbox, he always covered up his business with a couple quick swipes of his paw and walked away. When he took a poo, however, it was a whole different story--it was as if he tried to dig beyond the cat litter and his litterbox in order to cover up his crap, and in doing so covered my entire bathroom floor with litter. He'd be in there for what seemed like hours, making sure that his poo was totally covered up.
Then, there was the awesome stuff:
-- He "trained" me how to pet him--if I were in the midst of a skritching session and I stopped petting him, he'd headbutt my hand as if to say "hey, you're not done yet! gimme MORE skritches!!!"
-- During the summer, my apartment's like an Easy-Bake oven due to the fact that the place has no central air and I've no air conditioning unit...like all cats, Hohner hated getting wet, with the exception of getting rubbed with an ice cube along his back. He came to love me doing that so much, every time I went to the fridge just to get a drink of something he'd sit down beside me, look up at the freezer door and meow at me like, "Get me one of those cold things you rub on me!"
Unfortunately I had to give Hohner up for adoption because the rent was raised on my apartment recently. On one hand I miss his company...on the other hand, I do not miss cleaning copious amounts of cat puke and hairballs every 15 minutes.
As for the length? Hohner took up half the space in my bed at night, the gigantic bastard...he never apologized for that, and neither will I. *snickers*
(Sat 9th Jun 2007, 1:21, More)
Hohner, The Magnificent
For two years, I had this big ball of orange and white fluff with claws that I named Hohner. He was found as a stray, so he was kind of skittish and immediately ran underneath my clawfoot bathtub (his favorite hiding place) at the mere sound of almost anything outside my apartment...other than that, he was one of the sweetest cats that I've ever owned. He had a few annoying habits:
-- He loved to chew on shoelaces, no matter how dirty and skanky they were...I had to eventually put all of my shoes in my closet to keep him from chewing all my shoelaces to shreds.
-- Every morning he'd wolf down his breakfast, then proceed to throw up all over the carpet. His favorite place to puke? Underneath my bed. I have one of those retractable beds on wheels that goes into the wall, so there's this big space in the wall where the bed slides in...thankfully, Hohner never threw up all the way in the back of the crawlspace, always on the carpet directly under my bed.
-- Whenever he had to go pee in his litterbox, he always covered up his business with a couple quick swipes of his paw and walked away. When he took a poo, however, it was a whole different story--it was as if he tried to dig beyond the cat litter and his litterbox in order to cover up his crap, and in doing so covered my entire bathroom floor with litter. He'd be in there for what seemed like hours, making sure that his poo was totally covered up.
Then, there was the awesome stuff:
-- He "trained" me how to pet him--if I were in the midst of a skritching session and I stopped petting him, he'd headbutt my hand as if to say "hey, you're not done yet! gimme MORE skritches!!!"
-- During the summer, my apartment's like an Easy-Bake oven due to the fact that the place has no central air and I've no air conditioning unit...like all cats, Hohner hated getting wet, with the exception of getting rubbed with an ice cube along his back. He came to love me doing that so much, every time I went to the fridge just to get a drink of something he'd sit down beside me, look up at the freezer door and meow at me like, "Get me one of those cold things you rub on me!"
Unfortunately I had to give Hohner up for adoption because the rent was raised on my apartment recently. On one hand I miss his company...on the other hand, I do not miss cleaning copious amounts of cat puke and hairballs every 15 minutes.
As for the length? Hohner took up half the space in my bed at night, the gigantic bastard...he never apologized for that, and neither will I. *snickers*
(Sat 9th Jun 2007, 1:21, More)
» Housemates from hell
Funky...and NOT in the good way.
About 7 years ago, I was in the Job Corps program here in the States; it's basically like trade school, plus room and board...all for free! It's a pretty good program, but for the most part it seemed like most of my peers who were there with me were in it for the freebies and causing drama and screwing like rabbits on the sly after the class day was done...but I digress...
We all had to be paired up with roommates (same sex) while living on campus--you'd have anywhere from one other roommate living with you to 3 other folks. Most of the roommates I had were alright, I got along with them fine...except for a few little things that bugged me with some of them:
-- The girl who had some sorta problem with keeping up with her personal hygiene. Instead of washing her clothes she'd spray--no, drown all her clothes with Febreze and think everything would be hunky-dory with the rest of us in the dorm room. HELL NO. Her ass-and-foot rot was so bad the smell would permeate the entire room and everyone else's belongings. I think she got kicked out of Job Corps after a while for something she did, to the relief of everyone in the room.
-- Another girl in my room...she was alright, but she had the shittiest taste in music. In the 7 or so months I lived in that room, my roommates and I had to be subjected to hearing her Savage Garden CD played. On repeat. Night after night after friggin' night. I should've hidden that shit somewhere...
-- This next example wasn't in the room I stayed in, but in another room a few doors down: there was a fairly large number of Bosnian refugees who were on campus and taking classes along with the rest of us Amurricans. There were 4 Bosnian girls who lived in the same dorm as me...they were all pretty cool and kept to themselves for the most part. But fer fuck's sake, they would stay on the pay phone in the lounge for what seemed like forever, talking to their loved ones back home. There was a time limit for phone calls, but they were pretty nonchalant about it and they'd get into arguments with some of the other girls in the dorm for their phone-hogginess.
I could think of more examples of house--err, dorm mates from hell but I honestly can't think of anymore.
Shuddup about the length--you know that you love every single inch of it and you're secretly begging for more. ;)
(Wed 11th Apr 2007, 0:25, More)
Funky...and NOT in the good way.
About 7 years ago, I was in the Job Corps program here in the States; it's basically like trade school, plus room and board...all for free! It's a pretty good program, but for the most part it seemed like most of my peers who were there with me were in it for the freebies and causing drama and screwing like rabbits on the sly after the class day was done...but I digress...
We all had to be paired up with roommates (same sex) while living on campus--you'd have anywhere from one other roommate living with you to 3 other folks. Most of the roommates I had were alright, I got along with them fine...except for a few little things that bugged me with some of them:
-- The girl who had some sorta problem with keeping up with her personal hygiene. Instead of washing her clothes she'd spray--no, drown all her clothes with Febreze and think everything would be hunky-dory with the rest of us in the dorm room. HELL NO. Her ass-and-foot rot was so bad the smell would permeate the entire room and everyone else's belongings. I think she got kicked out of Job Corps after a while for something she did, to the relief of everyone in the room.
-- Another girl in my room...she was alright, but she had the shittiest taste in music. In the 7 or so months I lived in that room, my roommates and I had to be subjected to hearing her Savage Garden CD played. On repeat. Night after night after friggin' night. I should've hidden that shit somewhere...
-- This next example wasn't in the room I stayed in, but in another room a few doors down: there was a fairly large number of Bosnian refugees who were on campus and taking classes along with the rest of us Amurricans. There were 4 Bosnian girls who lived in the same dorm as me...they were all pretty cool and kept to themselves for the most part. But fer fuck's sake, they would stay on the pay phone in the lounge for what seemed like forever, talking to their loved ones back home. There was a time limit for phone calls, but they were pretty nonchalant about it and they'd get into arguments with some of the other girls in the dorm for their phone-hogginess.
I could think of more examples of house--err, dorm mates from hell but I honestly can't think of anymore.
Shuddup about the length--you know that you love every single inch of it and you're secretly begging for more. ;)
(Wed 11th Apr 2007, 0:25, More)
» Personal Hygiene
O why didn't she take the gotdamned tic-tac...?
I remember my language arts teacher from middle school quite well...not because of anything like making learning fun (she didn't) or being a total twit (she wasn't), but because of her breath. I swear it smelled as if she sucked on unwashed ass-flavored candy every single day. Nobody in my class could stand the wrath that was her breath.
One of the kids in my class offered her some of the tic-tacs he had with him--not outta generosity, but on a dare. He offered, she politely refused. We were all like "no, whyyyyy?!!"
(Sat 24th Mar 2007, 4:24, More)
O why didn't she take the gotdamned tic-tac...?
I remember my language arts teacher from middle school quite well...not because of anything like making learning fun (she didn't) or being a total twit (she wasn't), but because of her breath. I swear it smelled as if she sucked on unwashed ass-flavored candy every single day. Nobody in my class could stand the wrath that was her breath.
One of the kids in my class offered her some of the tic-tacs he had with him--not outta generosity, but on a dare. He offered, she politely refused. We were all like "no, whyyyyy?!!"
(Sat 24th Mar 2007, 4:24, More)