How sad am I?

[desperance]

Oh, good grief. Here's a measurement of obsession, if you like. I was just draining some rice, and I made a mess of it, and boiling water went everywhere; and my first reaction - honestly truly, in that minisecond between spillage and the water scalding my bare feet - was not even to think "move feet out of way", let alone to do it. It was to look around anxiously to make sure Barry didn't get splashed.

In my own defence - if the position is defensible, which I doubt - he had been fussing around my feet moments earlier, because he's showing off his best trick just now, which is Telling the Time Wrong. He thinks it's six o'clock, because that's tea-time and he's hungry. He's wrong. He's been wrong for about the last hour and a half, and he's still wrong.

In other news, some shithead spammer has ganked my e-dress, so I've been getting endless lists of "sorry, couldn't deliver this message" from mailer daemons, for a message that of course I never sent. Curse them with many curses...

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[pennski.livejournal.com]

Well, we did have Benjy, the cat that was so keen to investigate the gas hob that he stuck his head right next to it just as I lit the gas - and singed all the whiskers off one side. I rang the vet in a panic only to be told that as long as the whiskers had stopped smoking the cat would be fine.

And then Demon was fascinated by me cutting the long end of Benjy's collar and got his ear in the way (no I have no idea how he managed that) so that little drops of blood marked his trail for the next hour or so.

So yes, I can identify with that. I'm always a little nervous about the cats when we use the barbecue. What if they think it's a great idea to pounce? Also, my cousin had a cat called Barbecue, so I tend to link the two together.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Mmm - and one of the first things Barry did on his introduction to the house was to jump up onto the cooker hob, while I was cooking. Happily I was using another ring at the time - but the one he landed on was the big fierce wok-ring, which I often do leave burning while I take the wok to the chopping-board, and he was completely unsighted as to whether or not there was - or recently had been - a flame there. He's a boy, he just jumped regardless. I don't think he's done it again since, but I still watch neurotically. It is his goal in life to shred my nerves, as much as he shreds my skin.