The cat was being a particular goof last night. After I got off the MeadeHall, I went downstairs and sat at the dining table to pay some bills. The cat followed me, as he usually does when I'm going near the kitchen. He got bored while I was working on the bill stack, and decided to climb over the soda into the back of the pantry.
Here and there, around the house, in cabinets and dark corners, the exterminator put down some industrial-strength sticky-paper, so he could get an idea what kinds of bugs are coming into the house, and where. I've accidently gotten stuck to the paper, myself, reaching under the sink for things. I wind up looking like something from a cartoon, flailing arms, tangled limbs, the works. This stuff is strong.
You see where this is going, yes?
I heard more noise than usual from the kitchen and got up to investigate. Huddled under the kitchen chair was the cat, the sticky-paper firmly stuck to one paw. How he got it out past the soda without getting it stuck to those as well, I don't know.
I held him down and carefully peeled the paper from his paw. Lots of fur came with it, but I didn't see any blood or skin. I watched him for a bit, making sure he hadn't been injured, but after shaking his paw out a little, he put weight on it.
Maybe this'll keep him out of the pantry.
I finally got another project to do at work. And it's not make-work, even, though it's not critical. I'm finishing up a sort of ancilla library that had been started back in June and abandoned due to lack of time, then forgotten. I got about a third of the way through the changes and additions yesterday. I figure I'll finish it up by about noon on Thursday (depending on whether the last set of changes is easier or harder than I'm guessing), which leaves me bored for a day or so again, but at least I'll have something to report at the staff meeting this week.
I sometimes think I'd swear undying loyalty to a company who employed me and gave me an average of about six hours of work a day. I like having time in the morning to write this entry and read my daily sites, but I hate having the whole day free. When I have work to occupy me, I don't want to eat all the time. I feel satisfied with my life. But it seems like those long periods of having nothing to do are common to this sort of job.
Bah.
Word of the Day: ancilla - an aid to achieving or mastering something difficult
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Diet Progress: 15 lbs lost
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