Those of you who were paying attention to the teaser at the end of the last posting may be wondering what ever happened to my planned update about election season in DC. Well, one of the things about having state and city government be one in the same is that they don’t need to have elections as frequently. So… it turns out that the next election cycle isn’t until 2012. Stick around for that one, I guess.
This blog prides itself in its accuracy. Well, that’s not entirely true – since large swaths of what I write about are made up, I suppose it’d be more accurate to say that this blog prides itself in its factualcy, or factual accuracy. And so in the spirit of factualcy, I must provide an addendum to my previous posting because in the last month, my spacious seven-room studio apartment has gained an eighth room.
8. Sprocket’s Room
Sprocket is a cat.
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| Caught wet-nosed again! |
Sprocket came to live with my family in 2001, back when he was just a kitten.
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| Here he is with his sister Tsali. Look at those ears! |
Because of recent events, Sprocket has come to live with me! Unfortunately, after 10 years of living in the same surroundings, the fact that he was essentially kidnapped, stuffed in a box, shaken around in a car for 2 hours, then dumped out into a small apartment while trash collection was going on in the alley behind my place didn’t sit well with him.
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| He spent the first two days or so hiding under my sofa. Unfortunately, he's bigger than he thinks and so his butt still stuck out comically. |
Eventually he adjusted to his new surroundings and started doing normal cat things…
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| ...like eating... |
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| ...and licking his butt. |
For some time now, Sprocket’s favorite place to stay has been an old Amazon box that I got when I ordered some CDs – Daft Punk’s Discovery and Rick Astley’s Whenever You Need Somebody, to be precise – and so naturally I brought it along as a part of the move.
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| The ideal cat box: short enough to see over and still slightly too small for the cat. |
Sprocket has pretty much free reign over my apartment, but he still spends the majority of his time curled up in his “room.”
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| This, of course, exposes his fuzzy underbelly to much rubbing. |
But it’s a pretty good place to sit, nestled in between my dining room and my office.
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| http://vimeo.com/32397612 |
Occasionally he will come out, but most of these times he still prefers lying down to actually being a productive member of society or contributing to rent or any of those things that would actually be helpful.
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| Here he is on his side, blocking my keyboard. |
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| And here he is blocking pretty much all of my desk space. |
He also likes to be up high, and luckily for him my bed fits that description. Unfortunately for me, he also likes to sit on comfy pillows while he’s up there, so I’ve had to bring my old king-sized pillow out of retirement from back in the day when he and his sister would both crowd me off of my normal pillow back during high school. Even with the garguntan pillow taking up the entire width of my mattress, he still practically crowds me out as you can see below.
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| This is how he wakes me up at 5am some days; reminding me that he hasn't eaten in upwards of 4 hours. |
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| Eventually he gives up and helps keep my face warm. |
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| ...although sometimes he picks an orientation that I don't really like. |
