Also, snarl!

[desperance]

I am sick to death of picking stuff up, only for the cats to knock it down again. I actually can't keep everything on the floor; there just isn't enough floorspace, y'know? Besides my no longer being agile enough to pick my way between it all.

Given that I am not allowed to get rid of cats, I suppose I'll just have to get rid of stuff. Lead that minimalist lifestyle that always looks so clean and attractive in magazines and other people's houses. Urrggh...

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[bugshaw.livejournal.com]

When they're older, you can make them tidy their own room or stop their pocket money. Hang on, no, that's children...

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

Spray bottle. Water. Aim at cat.

There's also the canned air they sell for cleaing keyboards, but teh water bottle is cheaper in the long run.

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

An advantage of me having a very timid cat is he rarely knocks things over as it scares him so much. He does however, insist on being on my lap all the time.

Like now.

When I'm trying to type.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ah, now. When the girls were alive - who were small, and dainty, and discreet, and never knocked nothing over, no - I learned quite quickly to type with one cat in my lap and one on my shoulders. They divided me up quite neatly between them: horizontally at the computer, or vertically - one leg each - when we were watching TV.

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

I'm quite jealous of the shoulder cat thing. I desperately want to have cat that will sit around my neck like a fur stole. I intend to train the next one that comes our way to do this.

Although, since I'm obsessed with one day having a Maine Coon/Norwegian Forest cat this plan could end up at the chiropractors.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. The fur-stole image is exactly my Sophie; she pretty much lived on my shoulders. Were I moving around or sitting still, it was where she loved best to be. Which made phone-calls fun, 'cos she just leaned down and purred into the receiver...

And yes, I did hope for another shoulder-cat, and no, don't have one. I don't think they can be trained; it's a cat thing, they either do or they don't.

And yes, I also want Maine Coons or Wegies. When I have a few acres of woodland they can play in. (And the shoulder-gene is universal, so you can get 'em, I've seen pictures. If needed, I know a v good physio...)

[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

I tried getting Keithmarmel to do the shoulder cat thing. But he hates being picked up. And he expressess his displeasure through vomit.

So I gave up quite quickly.

My other half is obsessed with huge, ginger and white cats. When I met her she had seven. The largest, Moose, was as big as any other cat I've ever seen. He used to dance with her and he came up past her waist. Quite a sight. He's the Icon on the right beautiful animal. Much missed. I'm sure he must have had some MC or Wegie in him.

[gauroth.livejournal.com]

I feel your pain! (Except in my case it's human animals that are the problem rather than felines.) At least cats don't leave the hot tap in the bathroom running, or leave lights on overnight, or forget to shut cupboard doors so that one cracks one's head on them...

As for those minimalist magazine pictures - bah! I say! Bah! Have you noticed that they never show groaning bookshelves? How can anyone live without groaning bookshelves? Magazines are a Snare and a Delusion.