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November, 2009:

Friday Cat Blogging: It’s spankings after all

So in local (i.e. my apartment) news, I managed to introduce spankings to my cat such that she didn’t run away and then started liking them in that creepy way that the cats on youtube do. And here I was thinking she was all about the vanilla! Yes, I realize it’s wrong and perhaps disturbing to talk about this but when did that ever stop me?

Sadly because cat spanking requires two hands (so you can get both sides equally and not tip her over) I am unable to film this, but believe me, it’s as ridiculous as is necessary.

I must be hormonal this week because when I started looking through Average Cats I laughed so hard I cried. I guess the only thing funnier than a lolcat is an anti-lolcat:

ladies

In case you missed this last week, check out the chart entitled 17 Things Worth Knowing About Your Cat. Even though it’s not about your cat so much as cats in general, since your cat wasn’t around when Sir Isaac Newton invented the cat door (which is so much more useful than calculus or laws of motion). Did you know that kitties are not impressed by cupcakes? I didn’t!

I’m heading to Vancouver tomorrow so let’s hope my cat can survive two and a half days without me, or spankings.

Shebang on the new/old chair

Obligatory Haircut Entry: Mango

Haircut!Sadly my current bathroom is just not good for haircut photos like my last one was; I think it’s the puke-yellow colour. I don’t know wtf people were thinking in the 60s that this was a good colour for bathrooms. Certainly it does not work with my complexion, plus there’s also the fact that the door is the same colour as what I dyed my hair (i.e. they weren’t thinking ahead enough 40 years ago).

I got foils in (which is normal) and for the first time I got a toner, which for you guys who don’t do this sort of thing is this semi-permanent all-over colour you put in. Supposedly the colour (“Mango”) will wash out in a month and I’ll wonder if that was worth $20.

I also got some long bangs put in for the first time in years; my stylist in Vancouver refused to give me those but the person I’m seeing here (at some random salon in the mall) isn’t such a bully. I don’t think men understand what it’s like to have a high-end stylist; they refuse to let you do anything they think will look stupid, and will fight you on other minor points like length and colour. I suppose that’s good, in a way, but I wanted bangs, damnit! Now that my hair no longer looks like this photo (it’s naturally wavy) the bangs spring up and I can actually see where I’m going without having to pin my hair back. In other words, I’m less likely to trip over my cat when I have to go pee in the middle of the night. Obviously this is important.

In other news I’ll be in Vancouver this Friday through Sunday to remember what friends I have and go do things I can’t do in Kelowna (1. visit Apple Store/H&M/Sephoras, 2. eat inexpensive sushi, 3. watch people rush around like crazy fucks). I haven’t made many plans to see friends, though, because I’ve been preoccupied with work and my life here. It’s sad that I haven’t set up a gathering or something, but it’s hard to gauge interest in that sort of thing because I’m kind of drifting away from my former life to some extent. I can’t believe that as a born-and-raised Vancouverite I have only gone home once since I moved here in August, and that was Labour Day weekend, nearly 3 months ago. Mind you I would’ve gone earlier this month but I was in the middle of some crazy projects which I’d assumed would be over by this week but aren’t, but who cares, I’m going anyways.

The only time I want to hear people having sex is when I’m the people.

So last night I was moving around the furniture in my bedroom, putting the bed against the opposite wall. Specifically because the, erm, moving of furniture next door had kept me up the night before. I was fucking with my feng shui because I didn’t want to hear the neighbours fucking. My chi has become unbalanced because of their balancing acts on the couch.

It’s a bit rude, #305, to have an orgy and not invite me, the person who’s been forced to listen in due to the rice-paper walls of this building. Granted I have ten years of experience on you and my good looks might be intimidating, but if you watch closely you might learn something.

Also, unlike you, I don’t have to fake it.

So Friday night was interesting. Now I know that the girl next door likes to be spanked. She had people coming in and out (*cough*) of her apartment for several hours, and according to my unintentional observations the evening went something like this:

10 TURN ON STEREO REALLY LOUD
20 TURN OFF STEREO
30 HAVE GROUP SEX
40 GOTO 10

Interestingly had it not been for instructions 10 and 20 I might’ve fallen asleep and never heard any of her un-Christianlike conduct, but because of the stereo I was up, and I discovered while brushing my teeth that my bathroom acts as an amplifier of the sounds next door. This is award-winning architecture, let me tell you, because there’s nothing I want more than to be serenaded by “YES YES OH OH OH… YES!” while on the can.

I was pretty pissed off about all of this at first but as I was moving my bed around yesterday I remembered myself 10 years ago when I got my first apartment, and realized that, well, I had a lot of fun too. Though not with so many people at once since I’m just not that organized. So I can’t really judge, though maybe I’m half impressed and half wondering if she’s recently turned to prostitution (that’s not judgment, that’s imagination).

I need to write her a note anyways asking that she move her stereo to a different wall and to not operate loud appliances in the middle of the night (she’s generally pretty good, but on average she probably bothers me one night a week) and I’m wondering if I should hint at the fact that I was made aware of her extracurricular activities on Friday. Would it help if I gave her a verbal high-five, and then suggested that her bedroom is a perfectly good location for that sort of thing?

Friday Cat Blogging: If we understood fluent meow

Thanks to my friend Jaime for pointing this video out to me, and to the website Everything is Terrible for editing this video from the original*. I wonder if spanking is covered.

That’s all I got for cat links this week, I’ve been working hard at my database twiddling and have neglected Her Highness, who luckily has managed to keep herself amused by being in the fucking way. She’s so giving.

*By the way, it’s my birthday in a month. Hint. Hint.

Friday Cat Blogging: Pterodactyl Cats

I had this odd group conversation at work today where one guy mentioned that there’s a confirmed case of a cat getting H1N1, so here’s another thing to freak out about. I’m happy to hear that the cat recovered, along with its ownersdomestic staff, though as it says in the bottom of that article, two ferrets (and no dogs) have died from the virus.

More toes!I think the conversation then drifted briefly onto ferrets and someone suggested that maybe the reason why they were affected by the virus was because they were rather humanlike in behaviour already, such as their ability to grab things in their paws. I then mentioned the existence of polydactyl cats, some of which have that same grasping ability due to their “opposable thumbs”; but the guys thought I’d made it up until I produced pictures like this one (though at first they did wonder if it was photoshopped).

I guess people in Kelowna don’t ever see polydactyl cats. Huh. Maybe there’s a market for them here since they’re so exotic; too bad the cat whose feet are in the picture above was fixed years ago. One workmate, perhaps in the excitement of having discovered a new life form, kept referring to these cats as “pterodactyl cats”, and refused to be corrected because he liked his name better.

Of course, since the internet is omnipotent and complete in all universal knowledge a google search on “pterodactyl cats” produces actual results, one which is a Yahoo Answers page where the person means polydactyl but is stupid since you automatically become stupid once you post a question on Yahoo Answers, if you weren’t already. Another link is a Youtube video of a cat making scary noises. Oh, and here’s a picture of a cat and a pterodactyl, despite the fact that’s not really a pterodactyl.

I don’t know if I mentioned before that one of my workmates has a cat that likes to be spanked, but I have been spanking kitties since I moved here. Someday I should make a video because it is silly. It’s also a bit disturbing, though, how much the cat likes it, so I feel dirty afterwards. Then I come home and try it on my cat and she leaps away in horror. Typical that you’d only get that kind of pussy with a stranger.

Don’t tell my probation officer

Someone needs to tell them what "Bubble Tea" is

Tomorrow marks 3 months at my new job (the end of my probationary period), which means I’ve been a Kelowna resident for a few days past 3 months. Half of me wonders where the time went and the rest of me thinks it’s been a lifetime since I got here. It’s somewhat fascinating to me how normal my life now feels, though in a way if I’ve got my cat, my career and workmates who appreciate my sarcastic sense of humour and inappropriate timing, I’m home.

I do still miss my Vancouver friends, and I have yet to make any close friends here though it is a slow process because nobody here knows how awesome I am until they see it for themselves, and I have only so much time. Also many of the people I do hang out with are also new to Kelowna, which makes them almost completely useless for trading up.

While I did complain a while back about my discomfort at all the niceness of the people here, it now just feels regular and I’m sure next time I hit Vancouver I’m going to be shocked at how rude everyone is and wonder why they’re in such a hurry to get anywhere. I guess that will mean I’ve gone native, which is something that would have bothered me before, but now it feels okay. It’s hard to have a problem with the chilled out life.

(Oh, and the poster above is a billboard on the road to Enderby, BC. Someone needs to have a talk with them about what bubble tea really is.)