10 February 2004
why?
So I got to my place last night at about 7:30 pm. This is after it took over and hour to go from Dupont Circle to Silver Spring on the Metro. (For those that are not familiar with the Metro system, it usually takes about 20 minutes.) As I was not feeling well (nasty cold as well as other “monthly” ailments), it was pretty dark out, and there are patches of ice all along my poorly lit route home, I decided to hop on the bus. Fine - I get on, paid my $0.35 and took my seat. The bus driver, not one of the usual ones that does my route, then asked me if I was married (in the back of my head I thinking that he may be trying to ask me out – the whole porn pick up thing is still to fresh for me to feel comfortable to even consider being picked up by anyone) – so I told him that I was dating someone – that we are kind of planning on getting married (totally not true – but a good cover, or so I thought). He then asked if I would ever considering marrying someone if they did not satisfy me - sexually. (And yes, it was in that totally slow, deep way where the word now has 18 syllables in it). After asking him to repeat the question a few times - I ended up telling him that I did not believe in sex before marriage…that I was raised in a religion that believed in ritual sacrifices for those that broke that rule…he pretty much left me alone after that, thankfully…Needless to say I got home with my new emotional scars to feed the kitten and then give me a nice (granted it was a bit short) brushing. I then decided to lie down for a bit with the heating pad – thinking that I would get up about a half hour later…I awoke at 5:45 am when the alarm went off…so much for getting anything done last night…as I walked into the kitchen to get the coffee started, I realized that I was missing a sock on my right foot and did not think much of it until the kitten (who has been screaming for breakfast for at least a few minutes at that point) decided that my bare foot was the best place to hock up a hair ball.
(A question for all people that are owned by a kitten out there – when your kitten hocks up a hair ball on your foot should you treat it as if he killed and brought you a small animal (a good thing) or is he showing total displeasure and anger with you (not a good thing)?)
As I was then cleaning off my (thankfully bare) foot I noticed that there were scratches and bite marks all over it…ones that had not been there the night before when I fell asleep…I went into my bedroom – found the missing sock – and discovered that it too had been through a war the night before…the kitten seemed very pleased with himself when I showed him the sock…he took it and stalked off with it and hid it in his lair (aka under my bed).
(A question for all people that are owned by a kitten out there – when your kitten hocks up a hair ball on your foot should you treat it as if he killed and brought you a small animal (a good thing) or is he showing total displeasure and anger with you (not a good thing)?)
As I was then cleaning off my (thankfully bare) foot I noticed that there were scratches and bite marks all over it…ones that had not been there the night before when I fell asleep…I went into my bedroom – found the missing sock – and discovered that it too had been through a war the night before…the kitten seemed very pleased with himself when I showed him the sock…he took it and stalked off with it and hid it in his lair (aka under my bed).
