Lucy_Cat Now On Twitter!

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Do you Twitter? Do you want to?

lucycatontwitter-kissbutt.jpgTwitter, for those not in the know, is the new crack cocaine of the IM world. In an nutshell, Twitter asks the question, "What are you doing?" People answer in 140 words or less and their responses are sent to anyone who is following them (i.e., anyone who has signed up to receive their posts). 

 Against my better judgement, I have allowed Lucy to open an account on Twitter. (She thinks it's some sort of "Send me the bird of the month" club.) I invite all blog readers to sign up on Twitter to follow Lucy_Cat's posts. Here's a sampling of her recent answers to the question, "What are you doing?"

 

  • "Stalking the stupid kitten..."
  • "Shredding what used to be known as the living room curtains."
  • "Hiding under the bed. Shhh...."
  • "Mentally willing my owners to bring me tuna. BRING ME TUNA."

Go to Twitter.com to sign up and then search for Lucy_Cat. Or, the link is http://twitter.com/Lucy_Cat. You do have to register but there is no spam--promise. 

I figure no one cares what I'm up to, but EVERYONE surely wants to know what my cat is doing. Duh--no brainer. 

So c'mon... help me make my cat famous. Twitter today!

P.S. Very cool Twitter graphic from uber-cool web designer Melody Watson.

What's Good In Life

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Enough of the negativity already--I'm wallowing in it. Let's focus instead on what is good in life:

  • The uber housesitter left Eddy's Slow Churned Peanut Butter Chunk ice-cream in the freezer.
  • She also left lager in the fridge. (That's a good housesitter.)
  • If you'll recall from this entry, we'd lost the general contractor for our cabin. However, Blair found a brilliant man with loads of experience who came recommended by the Stokes County inspection center. He met with him and feels really good about working with him. Bonus: His name is Dallas. Important, I think, for a contractor to have a rugged name...
  • While I lost some valuable data in the computer crash, it could have been much worse. Since I'm not doing a whole lot of freelancing these days, there wasn't as much to lose. Recovering what I lost will be uncomfortable and involve some mourning (like for the half-finished article I wrote that's now gone), but it's nothing I can't bounce back from with relative ease.
  • The cats appear ecstatic to see us. They sit still to be combed and purr and wind around our ankles. The first night we were back, I woke up at 2 am to find a tabby had curled herself against my chest and under my chin and was pressed up against me as tightly as could be.
  • It's awesome to be home. There's just something about being surrounded by your stuff that makes you feel good.
  • I picked up the car today with it's "new" engine with 12,000 miles on it. Long live the Camry!
  • There is a red cardinal on the tree outside the window as I type this, staring in at me.

So you see, life is not all angst. I tend towards the morbid and dramatic at times (shocking, yes?) but all in all, life is good.

"Kiss My Kitty Butt" Home Game Sweeps The Nation

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My friend Ed has two daughters, ages I think 9 and 11. He called me last night about six and I heard the screams and laughter of about 5 pre-teen girls. "Dena's on the phone," said Ed, and all the girls shouted a chorus of "HI!"

"What's this about?" I asked.

"The girls are playing Denaball," Ed replied.

I have no memory of inventing a game called Denaball, so I took the bait. "And what, exactly, might that be?"

"That," said Ed, "means they've taken one of their stuffed cat dolls and lined up on either side of the dining room table. The object is to push the cat doll past the players on the other side, and have it fall all or partially off the table."

"Uh-huh," I said.

"Well then, if you succeed, you yell, 'Kiss My Kitty Butt! " As he said this, screams of laughter came from behind him.

How cool is that? There is no greater compliment in life than to have a group of pre-teen girls--the harshest critics on the planet--embrace your vision of a world filled with "Kiss My Kitty Butt!"  I begged Ed to send me a picture of the girls playing the game, to post on the blog. I also asked for the complete set of rules, so I can post those as well. Then all of you can enjoy the home version of "Kiss My Kitty Butt."

I didn't stop smiling all night.