The Mysterious Cat Turd

Another night all to myself last night. It feels selfish to admit how good it felt to have the place to myself. Well, at least as much to myself as the cats will allow. The Warrior Princess is still in a snit from being left alone for a week, and growls whenever the Clueless Wonder or the Kitten come near. This in no way dissuades Clueless Wonder Junior from leaving WP alone, though. In fact, the little idiot tempted death all last night by playing Let’s Sneak Attack the Big Cat’s Tail. I’m amazed that the Warrior Princess took it in stride. Other than increasing the frequency and decibel range of her hissing, she didn’t react to the Wee Menace’s social affronts.

I did find a single small cat turd in the bedroom when I was getting ready to retire. I have no idea which one of the three was making a social commentary, but I strongly suspect it was the Clueless Wonder, since it was left in the Warrior Princess’ traditional parking space. Cats seldom soil their own favorite snooze spots. I do hope this is not a new habit he’s cultivating.

I spoke with The Professor for perhaps a half an hour on the phone yesterday before I left work (we have an 800 number that makes it convenient for him to call me). He doesn’t sound like he’s having a very good time in CA. He resents the lack of privacy (his grandfather can be quite nosey about The Prof’s comings and goings and phone calls and the like). He feels housebound; they have a pickup truck they’re letting him use while he’s out there, but driving a pickup truck in developed California is rather like trying to navigate the Queen Elizabeth II down the Colorado rapids. It just doesn’t work.

I did read The Prof the riot act for not getting back to a friend of his who will be visiting us in two weeks. He received an email from him a month ago, but never got back to him to confirm things. When I got home from vacation, there were two phone messages from The Old Friend asking for the Prof. I told the Prof about it Tuesday and again yesterday. He promised he’d call The Old Friend back last night. About six hours later, who should call the apartment but The Old Friend, wanting to know if everything was set to go. The Prof obviously failed to call. I told TOF that The Prof was in California at the moment, and asked him to call him there and embarrass the heck out of him for me.

The Prof was also a tad misleading, although I don’t know if that was because he didn’t want to tell me everything or because he himself didn’t know (although it was supposedly in an e-mail sent a month ago, so he should have known). Turns out TOF isn’t visiting our area for five days and stopping by to visit us … he’s staying with us for five days. I truly don’t mind. I’ve met TOF before and really like him. But it would have been nice to be told about this instead of looking like an idiot in front of the man! [insert low growling noise here]

September is shaping up to be a busy month for me. Labor Day weekend I’m having Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses and Texan Elf over for a few rounds of miniature golf and dinner (I plan on sacrificing some Lobsters to the Gods of Labor). The Old Friend will be here from the fourth through the eighth. And I’ll be hosting an on-line friend from Europe whom I’ve not met in real life yet at some undesignated time towards the end of the month; she’s still not gotten back to me with exact details yet.