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Wow... My entry for the current Last Author Standing challenge got two "best" votes, like the previous one - but also three "worst" votes, which I really did not see coming. Well, at least it got noticed... But I missed getting voted out of this round by the skin of my teeth.

I'll be looking forward to getting the vote feedback and seeing the reasons for the negative votes. If the reason people disliked it was because it made them uncomfortable, as one person has suggested, I'll actually take that as a win (though I suppose if I want to stay in the contest, I should stay away from such triggery subject matter in the future - from the perspective of getting voted out, a negative vote is a negative vote, regardless of the reason), but if it's actually because they thought it was horribly written, I'll be disappointed. Still, all criticism is useful in helping one write better, so even if it does turn out people thought it was badly written, hopefully I'll be able to learn from that.

If anyone wants to read it, my story was The Monster at the End of This Book. Please note that it deals with child abuse, and is thus, as mentioned above, unlikely to be a comfortable read for anyone, and quite possibly very triggering for some.

BTW, the prompt we were given was: "He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster." — Friedrich Nietzsche

. . .

In other news: still sick, though not as much so. Most of the cold symptoms are gone now, but for some reason every bloody time I get a cold, it settles into my lungs and leaves me coughing and hacking for days or weeks after the rest of it is over. Sometimes to the point where I can't sleep at night, though last night was not as bad as the several nights before it. Hopefully this means maybe the cough is finally on the way out... Hopefully. Because I am so very, very tired of coughing.
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  1. There is no such thing as moderation at the farmers' market in midsummer. You cannot go there and get "just a few things", no matter how many vegetables you already have in your fridge. There are too many delicious-looking things available, and they all look awesome.

  2. Bringing just one shopping bag in an effort to enforce moderation did not work. First of all, a lot of the greens are so big and bushy at this time of year that you can fill one shopping bag at the very first stall that you usually go to, given that it's three bunches (of lettuce, kale, chard, callaloo and pretty much anything else green) for $5.00. Second, you are good at finding way to fit many other things in around the side of the bag. So all you end up with is an awkwardly overstuffed bag, and still buying too much stuff.

  3. Next time, try leaving your wallet at home and just bringing a small amount of cash in your pocket. That might have some chance of working.

  4. Telling yourself that the berries did not count against your budget because they're for the Lynxcub's birthday was almost convincing. "Almost", because he is unlikely to eat two entire baskets of berries all by himself (although he will probably give it a good try, because he's a berry fiend).

  5. Just because a vendor is offering two (or three, etc.) of something for a slight discount, it does not mean that you have to buy two (or three, etc.). Yes, this even goes for greens, and berries.

  6. Telling yourself that you are celebrating the fact that you paid the phone bill yesterday is all very well, but not an excuse for overspending today. There are, in fact, other bills. Paying one is not some kind of grand lifetime accomplishment.

  7. On the scale of things you could overspend on, though, healthy, locally grown food is probably not one of the worst sins available. And the fact that you are clearly going to be eating well this week, regardless of other stresses, is probably a good thing.

    This does not, however, negate any of lessons #1-6.
Conversely, small wins:
  1. Forgoing your usual market-day empanada breakfast in favour of eating at home.

  2. Resisting the urge to buy more beets, regardless of how good they looked, because you have not yet eaten the ones you bought last week.

  3. Not buying any baked goods, no matter how tempting they looked.

  4. Barely managing, through an extreme exercise of willpower, not to buy a large basket of peaches in addition to the two baskets of berries you did buy. Particularly because all the way home you kept thinking "Must go back and buy peaches! NO, must not! Yes, must! NO, must not!"

All right, maybe I really should have bought the peaches. They had damn well better still have some next Saturday, is all I can say.
misslynx: (Quote - cunning plan)
Via a friend who's not on LJ:

Man dressed as Snoopy in 'worst attempted jail-break ever'

Because just trying to break into jail to free a friend, while dressed as Snoopy and armed with a water pistol wouldn't have been enough - no, he also had to break into the wrong prison.

Best quote: “It’s not every day you see a giant cartoon dog go on the rampage after trying to break into a prison.”
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Amusing gym incident: was back there for the second time this week after slacking off for a while before that, and having to take it a little easy on lower-body stuff due to cycling 20km yesterday. But I was surprised when I got to the first machine in the second row (after all the lower-body machines) - for some reason, I seemed to be having a harder time with the pectoral flies than usual. I got through about four before I had to stop, while wondering how on earth cycling could have put any sort of strain there. I was pretty sure I'd done eight on Saturday without much trouble...

Anyway, after four, I resigned myself to having to lower the weight a little, and went to remove the little five-pound weight on the top of the stack... Only to notice that I had, in fact, accidentally put the pin into the stack one notch lower than I was supposed to. So while feeling guilty about having trouble doing pec flies with what I thought was 45 pounds, I was, in fact, doing them with 60 pounds. Now I'm astonished I got through four! Maybe I need to raise it to 50 next time...

And, on a completely unrelated note (except maybe insofar as it involves making mistakes with machines):

Very wrong video. So very, very, very wrong... )
misslynx: (Quote - clucking bell)
*sigh* Shes a sweet, lovely, affectionate cat, but wow is she ever NOT GRACEFUL. This is not news, but todays act of feline klutzery was really outstanding.

I was sitting at my computer working, with a fresh cup of tea at my side, and saw that Rosalind was about to jump down from the shelves above my desk, which are one of her favourite haunts. So, having previously experienced the perils of jumping klutzkitty + full cup of tea, I quickly grabbed the cup and moved it directly in front of me, holding onto it with both hands so she couldnt knock it over.But apparently, directly in front of me was where she was aiming...

The good news: she didnt knock the cup over.

The bad news: she landed IN THE CUP. Well, at least one and possibly both of her front legs did. With considerable force, due to a whole lot of cat directly behind them. Tea EVERWHERE, plus wet freakedout cat flying out of the mess at warp speed, splattering more tea as she rocketed off to hide under the bed.

Did my best to clean up, and tipped my keyboard upside down on paper towels to drain and (hopefully) recover. After laundry, visit with Aidan, and dinner, took keyboard apart to clean it. Now, keyboard is dry and (relatively) clean, but the following keys dont work:

Hyphen/dash
Left square bracket
Apostrophe/quote (youd probably guessed that one by now)
Arrow keys, except up
The entire bottom row, including the SPACE BAR, except for one of the two command keys.

So how, you may wonder, am I typing this? Answer: I copied a space, and am hitting command + V for paste every time I need a space. Bloody annoying, but it works...(Im just glad one of the two command keys was spared.)

*sigh* I so did NOT need a computer problem while in the midst of a massive work crunch. Was going to go to MEC tomorrow and get fenders put on my bike (since I have been discovering that yes, winter cycling IS possible), but I think that may have to wait. New keyboard somewhat more important, I think.

Seriously, Rosalind is a disgrace to the term catlike reflexes. Lumbering catox is more like it.

Just pretend there are quotes around catlike reflexes and a dash in catox, OK?
misslynx: (Aidan & me - ravine)
So, for some while now there has periodically been a bit of water leaking through my bathroom ceiling, usually when the upstairs neighbours are taking a bath or shower. It was one of those things I kept meaning to tell the landlord about, but not quite getting around to, between work, out of town guests, getting sick, etc. But recently I noticed that a big puddle of water had started to collect in the plastic cover of the fluorescent light fixture (it has one of those big rectangular fluorescent panels on the ceiling like you see in offices). This struck me as a Bad Thing, so I did tell the landlord, on Friday, and he said he would get someone to have a look at it.

However, just over the course of the weekend, it was clearly getting worse, with the plastic cover beginning to warp and bow down in the middle, and an ever-growing puddle of nasty-looking water collecting. More than once I contemplated trying to see if I could tip the water out somehow, but I couldn't think of a way to do it that wouldn't be likely to result in scummy water splashing all over me and the entire bathroom. I also contemplated removing everything from the bathroom that I wouldn't want splattered with scummy water, in case it came down by itself, but it seemed like a lot of work, and I was still low on energy from being sick, so instead I hoped that it would hold up until someone came to fix it.

Judging from the title of this post, you can guess whether that hope was justified.

The sordid details, with bonus Lynxcub cuteness )
misslynx: (Me w/ Kiska (on couch))
  1. When buying new and interesting hot peppers from the farmers' market, it is generally a good idea to start by putting one (1) of them into a dish, until you know for certain just how hot they are.

  2. Scotch bonnet peppers, like poisonous snakes, are better identified before close contact than afterwards.

  3. Check local regulations to see if there is any provision for aloo gobi being considered a prohibited weapon of mass destruction.

(x-posted to [livejournal.com profile] failed_recipe)

But seriously, is there anyone (local) who has a higher heat tolerance than I do* who would like the rest of the fairly large batch of aloo gobi that I just made? To the extent that my scarred taste buds can determine, it was pretty good except for that whole burning-like-napalm thing.


* I should perhaps mention that I have a higher heat tolerance than the average North American, so by higher than mine, I mean pretty damn high.
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So, one of the lesser, but still present, of the variety of sucky things that have been going on in my life in this past little while is that I appeared to have lost a library book. I had gone to my local public library for the first time in quite some while just as I was getting sick, in order to stock up on fiction books to read while sick, and when it came time to return the lot of them in early September, along with The Omnivore's Dilemma which I'd had on hold for ages before my name finally came to the top of the list a little while after I'd checked those out, there was one I couldn't find. I looked all over, but it was nowhere to be found.

Recalling [livejournal.com profile] the_moogie's reorganization of my apartment, I asked her if she remembered seeing it anywhere, but she did not recall seeing any library book in a different location from the others. And I couldn't remember when or where I'd last seen it anyway. So I searched more, on repeated occasions, but still no luck.

I even considered doing the turning-a-glass-upside-down-for-the-fairies thing (a symbolic way of promising them a drink if they'll give back what they stole help you find something), but for some reason didn't get around to it, which in retrospect may have been my subconscious trying to tell me something.

Anyway, today I had to go to the library because the other Michael Pollan book I'd been waiting for, In Defence of Food, had finally come in, but I still didn't know what to do about the missing book, or whether they'd let me take out the book I'd waited months for if I had one out that was overdue.

So I set about searching really thoroughly -- looking under furniture, climbing up on the stepladder to look at places way up high, pulling things out from the wall to look behind them, even opening boxes in case it had fallen into one somehow... and still no luck. I ended up sitting down on my bed in frustration and racking my brain to try and think where I'd last seen it. Had I been reading it in bed when I was sick? Had I ever put it back with the others? It was hard to remember, because it was the first one of the lot that I'd read, before I'd even checked out The Omnivore's Dilemma...

And it was right about then that a sudden light exploded in my head: I had finished reading it before I'd checked out The Omnivore's Dilemma. Which meant before the last time I'd been to the library. Which meant that, quite possibly, where it had been hiding all this time that it was "missing" was back on the fucking shelves on the library, because I had already returned it.

I wasn't 100% sure, but it seemed like a distinct, if embarrassing possibility, so when I went to the library to get In Defence of Food and another book that caught my eye while I was there, I asked the guy who checked them out for me "Um, this might sound weird, but do I have any other books checked out right now?"

He looked at the computer and said "Nope, just these two."

So. All that time I had been stressing about the missing book and tearing up my apartment looking for it, and the book was back at the library the whole time. That is equal parts relieving and embarrassing, I think. Now I know why the little ceramic fairy by my desk has been giving me that "What fools these mortals be" look lately.

. . .

I should add: fear not, Moogie, I did not undo all your organizational work. Everything I moved or opened to look in/on/behind/under it got put back where it had been.

. . .

I should also add: I do not intend to give the impression with the opening line of this post, or other random bits of kvetching I have done lately, that my life is nothing but non-stop suckage. In most respects my life is actually pretty non-sucky. All instances of suckage are localized and, hopefully, temporary.

Catching up

Sep. 4th, 2008 11:50 pm
misslynx: (With Kiska (on couch))
Overdue for an update, so I'll try and keep this -- well, maybe not brief as such, but at least a list of things each one of which is brief. Or something like that.
  1. My trip up north was surprisingly un-traumatic. Aidan slept through almost the entire car ride -- clearly, the night-driving approach was a good one. And [livejournal.com profile] kettunainen and I got along pretty well for the most part. She and [livejournal.com profile] optimystik retrieved the kayaks, and then left the next night, and I stayed through until Monday to have some more time with my parents and away from the city, both of which are important to me. I've really, really missed being up north -- it had been two years!

  2. I am also going to miss the kayaks. My one regret about this weekend was that I didn't have the chance to have one last kayak outing before they went away. I had discovered on the trip we initially took them up north on, a few years back, that I love kayaking. But I know there are places where kayaks can be rented, even in the city. Someone mentioned one on the Humber River a while back. I think I need to do that -- anyone else interested?

  3. Big surprise when I got back -- my apartment was almost unrecognizable! Well, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been considerably tidied and organized by [livejournal.com profile] the_moogie, who as far as I knw had only been going to stop by Saturday morning to walk Kiska and feed all the animals, since [livejournal.com profile] forestweaver would be house-sitting the rest of the time. But apparently she got inspired while she was there, and an inspired Virgo can be a frightening thing. She even started in on staining the wooden shelves I had gotten from [livejournal.com profile] nocturnalia et al. I am in awe. Also, very grateful.

  4. Bike stuff )

  5. On the greatness of farmer's markets )

  6. Die mosquitoes die, or, the necessity of a flock of trained bats )

  7. One more thing everyone should check out if they haven't already: [livejournal.com profile] thrifthorror Really, where else are you going to read comments like "Nauseous bondage ghost for the win!"? I don't think any other community on LJ has ever made me both laugh out loud and recoil in terror quite as often as that one.

  8. I am sure there are more things I was intending to write here, but I can't remember them now. Possibly this means I should go to bed soon.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
Well. There are now two partially assembled Ikea BILLY bookshelves in my entrance hall. Initially this filled me with a sense of accomplishment, until I got the part where I tried to stand one of them up (having had them lying down on their sides to assemble them.

Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself. First thing that happened was I got all the wooden pegs in (the first step in putting the frames together), discovered this made them into sort of tippy parallelograms, and quickly started trying to fasten in the little bolt thingies that looked like they were meant to hold them more securely. Checked to see what sort of screwdriver was necessary for this, and discovered that oh wait, these don't want a screwdriver at all.

Ikea: it's Swedish for HEX KEY. How could I have forgotten?

Off I go to see if I can obtain a set of hex keys from a corner store in my neighbourhood at 11:30pm. First, this involves trying to squeeze past/over/under/around/through the two partially assembled bookcases, which as I may have mentioned are in the entrance hall. Mostly blocking it. But I successfully got out. Sadly, the one with the large-ish hardware section did not have hex keys. Happily, the one with the almost nonexistent hardware section did. Go figure.

So, back to apartment, manage to squeeze through bookcases again, put in bolts, tighten bolts with hex key. All good.

Attempt to slide back pieces of bookshelves in along grooves placed there for that purpose. Discover that backs are supposed to be screwed down. Go looking for small package of screws I bought several days ago with the (correct) expectation I might be needing a lot of them. Cannot find.

Off I go again after squeezing through bookcases again, to get screws from the same corner store. In store, am affectionately attacked by an attention-starved ginger cat that wants to play and does not know the meaning of "soft paws!". Escape with only a few scratches, and a package of screws.

Back in (clambering through bookcases again). Set about screwing on back of first bookcase. Success. Then discover I positioned it wrong and that one edge was supposed to have slid under these little holder thingies on the middle fixed shelf. Oops. Unscrew, reposition, rescrew. Discover other part of bookcase back is in upside down. Thankfully have not screwed down yet. Have to move bookcase about three feet down the hall in order to slide this part out, though, as I originally put it in from the other end, which is now blocked by the one I did screw down. Successfully remove and reinsert, screw down.

Ikea: it's Swedish for "some assembly required".

Worry a little that things don't seem to be fitting together quite right, but what do I really expect from 20-year-old Ikea bookshelves? Everything's a little warped, so it's kind of like that Lovecraftian angles-are-wrong thing.

Move on to second bookshelf. Start to slide back piece on, then realize that the top shelf is in backwards. Oops.

Consider that maybe I really don't need to get these up and finished tonight after all. Go back to computer and try to do work. Get distracted by half-finished bookshelves in my peripheral vision. Cave and go back to bookshelf assembly after about two minutes of attempting work.

Remove all bolts from second bookcase, lift off side, turn shelf around, realize it's really supposed to be the middle shelf because it has those little holder thingies for the back pieces on it, swap middle and top shelf, make sure all the shelves are actually facing the right way this time, put side back on, put all bolts back in. Slide back pieces most of the way in, blocked by clamps holding damaged part of one shelf that is currently being glued back together.

Return attention to first shelf. Decide I am now ready to stand it up and add the four movable shelves that go on with little pegs in addition to the three bolted-on fixed shelves, so that I can at least unpack half the books tonight.

Can anyone guess from the above description what was wrong with this idea?

You may have noted that I was assembling these bookshelves -- very tall, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves -- in a hallway. A long, narrow hallway. With them tipped up on their sides. The bolts that hold everything together go in the side.

Both sides, to be precise. Not just the one currently facing upward. Oops.

Manage to lift the now relatively heavy, mostly-assembled bookcase a little way off the ground. Discover what happens when the underneath side is not bolted on. Drop now-half-falling-apart bookcase back down, with muttered expletives. Everything lands wrong and one back piece pops back out from under the little holder thingies. Manage to get all wooden pegs lined up again and bookshelf back together. Discover that back piece is now stuck out in a warped position and will not go back under holder thingies. Not unless I unscrew it again, slide it out, put it back again, and screw it down again. Do this.

Stare at bookcase which is now mostly assembled again, but still lacking any bolts on the underneath side, as is its companion with the still-being-glued shelf. Try to decide how the hell to get either one of them into a vertical position, or even a turned-over-to-the other-side position, so that I can put the rest of the bolts in, without having them fall apart in the process, all within the confines of a long narrow hallway.

Am fresh out of ideas as to how to do that.

Ikea: it's Swedish for "Fuck this, I need a drink."
misslynx: (Aidan newborn)
Co-sleeping has many advantages. It also presents certain temptations. One of them is to change the baby's diaper in bed instead of getting up to put him on the change table. After all, he already sleeps on a li'l waterproof mattress pad (with another waterproof liner under the sheets just in case), and changing him in bed means he's less likely to wake all the way up and get noisy.

But... Cut for the squeamish, but you know you've just got to click... )

I expect that now, those of you who don't have children are rejoicing in that fact, while those who do are, hopefully, wincing in sympathy.

And I am considering whether the various safe co-sleeping checklists ought to include a hazmat suit as part of the required equipment.
misslynx: (Aidan newborn)
[livejournal.com profile] kettunainen, [livejournal.com profile] optimystik and I are delighted to announce the birth of

AIDAN SEBASTIAN WARNER-LANDSTREET

Born at 4:40 am, Thursday, July 26, 2007
At St. Michael's Hospital in Toronto.
8 pounds, 8 ounces.

Baby, both moms and dad are all doing fine, if somewhat exhausted.

Pictures )

And now, in answer to the two questions almost everyone who knows us is sure to ask:

1. One baby? But I thought you were expecting twins... )

2. Hospital? But I thought you were planning a home birth... )
misslynx: (In tree)
In the future, when contemplating a possible shortcut in a neighbourhood with which I am not overly familiar, I shall try and remember the following:
  1. The Path Less Travelled may make all the difference, but it is not necessarily an efficient means of getting where you thought you were going.

  2. In order for something to be considered a short cut, it needs to, in fact, be short.

  3. Because a path appears to wind in a generally southward direction does not mean it will continue to do so along its whole length.

  4. Even if said path does eventually intersect with the street you were trying to get to, it will not necessarily enable you to get up to said street, if its mode of intersection is by passing under it at the bottom of a huge ravine.

  5. You are not a mountain goat.

  6. If you pass under what you think might have been Bloor St, and continue on a fair distance because there is no good way out of the ravine for people who do not happen to be mountain goats, and eventually you hear another street that sounds extremely busy, where by your calculations no extremely busy street should be, it may be that not only did you not pass under Bloor St after all but perhaps you are not even heading south at all.

  7. The laws of time and space work differently in ravines. They're kind of like Faerie that way.

  8. If the eventual route you find out of the ravine involves the path doubling back on itself up the other side of a river, chances are good it will eventually let you out somewhere almost exactly back where you started.

  9. So, overall, when faced with a choice between two blocks of what I have come to think of as the Mount Pleasant Death March*, on a hot summer day, and a shady tree-lined path into an unknown park, your choice may be obvious, but do not expect to get home at a reasonable hour.
On the bright side, there was a butterfly meadow. So really, it was all good, except for the part about all the stores I needed to go to for errands being closed by the time I found my back to the mortal world.

* Explanatory note to non-Torontonians: Mount Pleasant Road does not involve a mountain, nor is it in any way pleasant. In the area to which I am referring, it is a four-lane highway, every inch of which is blasted by intense sun, contains not a single speck of shade anywhere in its entire length, and I would be willing to swear that it really does run uphill both ways.

ETA: for the curious, the ravine in question was this one. Entered at Mt. Pleasant and Roxborough, went nearly to Bayview before the path went around a storm water thing and back up the other side, came out at approximately Glen Road and South Drive. So the bridge I went under was likely Glen Road rather than Bloor, which I in fact was nowhere near, though I did eventually find my way to Sherbourne and Bloor some while later.
misslynx: (Triad at Mad Tea Party)

Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] tamago23!



Meant to post this yesterday, I swear...
misslynx: (Cat Attack)
Strange but true: all the cleaning-up-text functions PHP has to offer will not stop a submission form from generating database errors... If, in the actual insert statement that puts the data into the database, you persist in using the array that holds the original data, before it was cleaned up rather than the new array that holds it after applying the ever-increasing list of cleaning-up-text functions.

And the fact that it took me weeks of fielding tech support messages and tinkering with the code to spot that little detail is not something I am particularly proud of.

Well, at least it's fixed now. On the very last day of Magenta's Emerging Photographers 2007 call for submissions. All the photographers submitting in a panic at the last minute will still benefit, at least.

And on the bright side, Tristania's "World of Glass" is my personal nominee of the moment for Best Song Ever Recorded. There is no problem so great that listening to this song at a very high volume will not make everything better, at least for a while.
misslynx: (Can't brain)
In the future, when working on Drupal sites, do not set the login block to show up only on admin pages, thinking that this will somehow give you a Joomla-like setup where you have to type in the admin URL to get to the login page, and the general public is not tempted to try to log in to something they shouldn't.

What in fact happens if you do this with Drupal is that you type in the admin URL, and get an Access Denied page telling you that you need to be logged in to access the page.

Which of course, you can't do, given that the page you need to be logged into access is now the only page from which you CAN log in.

On the bright side, I suppose this is by far the most secure CMS site I have ever set up. It's so secure that NO ONE can log into it. Including me.

ETA: yourdomain.com/user is your friend. Just not yourdomain.com/admin.
misslynx: (Default)
The kitten has hit new records for cuteness. Over the past few days I've occasionally seen her staring fixedly into the air and then leaping up as if trying to catch something, which made me wonder if my apartment was infested with some kind of tiny flying insects that only she could see. The last night I finally noticed she was always doing it in the same place - the doorway of the living room, near the kitchen counter - and realized what she was after: I have an incense burner there, since it's pretty much the centre point of the apartment, and incense burned there will drift through the whole place, and she was trying to catch the incense smoke!

Also last night: I was getting ready for bed when I heard something large go thumping down the stairs (my apartment is on the third floor, but the entrance is on the second floor, so I have a flight of stairs right inside my door). I ran over to see what, and saw Claribell racing up the stairs with a somewhat bewildered expression on her face. I looked down, and at the bottom of the stairs was a large cardboard file box which had previous been at the top, next to the gray box of paper to be recyled. Apparently, she had taken a flying leap into it and then ridden it down the stairs like a sled - albeit not exactly intentionally, I'd guess from her look of alarm.
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All right, you've heard about her inadvertently getting locked in the refreigerator and falling into the bathtub. But those are minor compared to today's grand event. The fearless feline adventurer has really outdone herself this time...

Now, a few of you may have already been aware that little Claribell seems to have a peculiar fixation with - well, the act of urination. Not her own, but that of the other residents of the apartment, both feline and human. The reason why has yet to be determined - perhaps it's that irrestible tinkling sound? At any rate, if she hears one of the other cats peeing in the litterbox, she will come tearing across the apartment to investigate, which she generally does by leaping into the litterbox on top of the unfortunate other cat within. Needless to say, the other cats do not find this behaviour endearing.

She is however, even more fascinated by humans peeing, perhaps because the toilet has better acoustics than the litterbox. She has been known to try and leap up and bat at a person's peeing apparatus, or to try to dive into the toilet, whilst said person is in the act, the better to investigate the source of that tantalizing sound. Fortunately, the fact that the sole human resident of the household is not exactly built like a supermodel (about which more later, today having been the day of said human's annual physical) means that there is not enough room for the kitten to actually get into the toilet whilst the human is seated upon it. Visitors are, however, advised to keep the door firmly closed should they have cause to visit the washroom while they are here.

However... today, not long after the human returned from said physical, Claribell finally attained her goal. Taking advantage of the moment between the human rising from the seat and turning to flush, she lept like a rocket toward her destination and - KERSPLASH!!!

Now, as with her previous encounter with the bath, she attained the sort of anti-gravity rocket propulsion that only a wet cat can, and rebounded out of the toilet and straight out the door - spraying pee-tainted water all around her as she went. The human was obliged to chase after her with paper towels and disinfectant wipes in hand, cleaning up the mess the now very unclean kitten left behind her while trying to corner the kitten so as to clean her. Eventually the culprit was retrieved, carried amidst her loud protests back into the bathroom, and immersed repeatedly into a sink full of warm water while being rubbed with shampoo in between dunkings.

You can imagine Claribell's reaction to this - not only had she inadvertently fallen into cold smelly water once, but she was now being dunked into warm water over and over again, while being rubbed with more smelly stuff at the same time! She fought valiently, and had it been a duel to first blood, she would certainly have won, but it was instead a test of raw strength and determination, and the human prevailed. So eventually a thoroughly sodden but much more pleasant smelling kitten was bundled into a towel to dry, while the human set about tending her own injuries with peroxide and polysporin.

Now, one might like to think that an experience like this would cure Claribell of her fascination - but given that being locked in the refrigerator only put her off exploring it for a day or two before she returned to her previous habit of leaping into it every time the door was opened, expectations are not high. Visitors are advised to keep the bathroom door closed, or if not, then at the very least to take careful stock of their surroundings before rising from the commode and be prepared to fend off curious deep-sea divers if necessary.
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OK, as many of you know, I have a new kitten, who is the world's cutest creature - two and a half months old, a brown tabby with some white parts. And she is also in the extremely frisky stage of life - the "terrible twos" as some have been known to call it, since it kicks in around two months, kind of like two years for human toddlers.

She is insatiably curious about everything And one of the many peculiar little ways that curiosity manifests is that she finds the refrigerator endlessly fascinating. Every time I open it, she will come bounding towards it from wherever she may be in the apartment and take a flying leap into the vegetable drawer, unless I manage to stop her in time. I usually have to extract her from the back of the veggie drawer and hold her in one hand to keep her from jumping back in while I'm trying to close the door. I don't know what she thinks is so interesting in there...

But anyway, at a certain point last night I realized I hadn't seen or heard from the kitten in some time. I got a bit worried and thought that maybe she might have slipped out when cailin was taking out the garbage. So we looked in all her favourite sleeping places - no sign of her! Then we went around the apartment calling her - and suddenly, in the kitchen, heard the sound of frantic, but slightly muffled mewing. It took a few seconds before it dawned on me where it was coming from. You can probably guess!

I lunged for the refrigerator and opened the door, and there she was, crouched in the vegetable drawer, looking cold and decidedly freaked out, though I still had to pick her up - she didn't jump out by herself. Now, no harm was done - she was a bit chilly, but recovered quickly and was soon purring and happy.

But when I turned to cailin to scold her for not watching out for the kitten's refrigerator trick after I'd warned her about it, she meekly pointed out to me that she hadn't opened the refrigerator at all since she'd been there that night! And I realized she was right - so apparently, I was the guilty party who inadvertently locked my poor kitten in the refrigerator! How I failed to notice her in there, I'll never know, but apparently she jumped in without me seeing her, and I shut the door without realizing she was in there! A fine kitten-mom I am! She could have frozen or suffocated!

In related news, I have decided that despite her Digital-Eve-related origins, the name Eve really does not suit her. Over the time I've had her, I've kept trying to think of her as Eve, and it just doesn't fit. So I decided a couple of nights ago to revert to my original plan of Shakespearian names for kitties - my eldest is Desdemona, and Amber's name was originally supposed to be Miranda, until my ex vetoed it because that was the name of her bicycle, and rechristened her with the new name.

I looked up a list of female Shakespeare character names, and read out loud the ones that seemed most appealling, and when I got to "Claribel", the kitten looked up at me with big wide eyes as if to say "Yes? You called?" I waited until she was distracted with something else, and then said the name again, and she looked up again! So apparently she likes that name, and it sounds good to me. It even occurs, with two L's at the end, in Spencer's Faerie Queen, so it's doubly literary. I haven't decided if the kitten's form of it should be with one L or two - must work out the numerology and see. :-)

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