I'm house sitting again. This time for two cats - one who adores me. He may adore me because he use to be allowed to roam free in the great outdoors of Yorba Linda and now, because he got into one too many rumbles with other kitty thugs, he's an indoor cat and I'm the only company he has. So he likes to wrap himself around my ankle and knead my feet. He also sings to me all day long. And by singing, what I mean is that he yowls like he's in heat and I'm pretty sure he's trying to woo me. He'd be more successful with peanut M&Ms.
This is quite a change from other cats I have watched. Mostly because those cats are trying to take over the world and when I'm there I'm the only thing standing in their way. The first night I ever stayed with them I caught one in the act of disconnecting the phone. They like to hang out in the office and I'm pretty sure they know how to get online and have downloaded plans to assemble a nuclear weapon out of catnip and rubber bands. True story: one dark and stormy Halloween night the power went out and I was sure that the cats had something to do with it in order to eat my face under a cloak of darkness. We have since become friends. If the definition of friends is that they can stand to be in the same room with me for more than 30 seconds.
On a moderately related note, because I'm house sitting I'm using the computer here and it's a Mac and I'm a PC girl. (Side Note: I have a theory about Mac People and PC People. I'll share it with you someday. Hold your breath.) I haven't quite figured out the whole Mac thing yet. This doesn't affect you except that I had a ton of pictures I wanted to share. Pictures of the New Nephew and the Old Nephew (looking more and more like Winston Churchill every single day). Pictures of all the head measuring that went on over the weekend (results of the head measuring competition are forthcoming). And pictures of Brett's party celebrating Norway's Constitution Day, wherein we sang the Norwegian national anthem, gave Norwegian toasts, ate yummy Norwegian food, and then capped the night off with tossing a boot in the Wal-green's parking lot. Nothing says "freedom from the Swedes" more than tossing a boot.