Oh hai! I didn’t mean to leave the blog hanging on a Post of Doom; but it often happens it seems. Either that or a Post of Drunkenness. (What do you mean you don’t notice those? Are you implying they blend right in with the normal state of affairs? I am HURT.) Anyway, I have been ignoring the blog because I have been getting comment spam, which is very annoying and my current comments system is not coping well. Mainly because I can’t log in as an admin which means I can’t delete spam comments easily. Well, OK, technically that’s a problem with ME and not with the comment system, which really can’t be blamed if I can’t remember my own login, but GOD, you are so PICKY today. Also I can’t lock old posts against getting comments which is where the spam was coming from. So, in effect, I have had to enable Blogger comments; and I am really not too confident on the outcome. Especially since this then required a new template, which I don’t love and am not convinced is working. CAN YOU SEE ME? If so I guess that’s Step One. Success! Let’s break for a beer.
You can’t see me. I am hiding.
Incidentally, do you think I can sell my barkcloth curtains on eBay?
… And OK, um, you’re not seeing a new template. I wrote that last night. I uploaded at least two templates in quick succession, only one of which worked, neither of which I liked, and turns out I also don’t like the new Blogger comments. Since I never actually comment on my OWN blog this really shouldn’t matter to me; but turns out it does. So I have put back the original system and template and solemnly swear never to waste four hours on a Thursday night doing this sort of crap again. Especially when I reverse it all in twenty minutes on a Friday. I still can’t disable comments on old posts when I want to but I’ll live with it. FOR NOW. She says threateningly. To no one in particular, it turns out.
All is going well here; the kittens are pretty much cats and they are idiots. I always suspected as much and now it is true. The Grey Cat loves the toilet – in fact I need to emphasise that he loooOOOOooOOVES the toilet, with a dedicated and all-encompassing love. If you go into the bathroom he will patter in after you on his little white feet within seconds. With me, he sits on my lap and purrs with great satisfaction and vigour; with Mr. T, he stands on his hind legs and puts his feet on the toilet seat and peers between Mr. T’s legs, putting himself in great danger of being weed on. He also enjoys the flushing part of the proceedings, watching in great fascination as the water swirls and stops. I haven’t yet actually found him IN the toilet bowl, but he is so clumsy I’m sure it’s only a matter of time. As for the Ginger Cat, he could take or leave the toilet; however he loooOOOOooOOVES being picked up and held on your shoulder. It must always be your right shoulder though; he contorts himself greatly if you try to hold him on the left. He is also the talker, with a wide array of murps, squeaks, chirps and yowls. Both of them are lovely cats. You can’t have them.
Speaking of the toilet, the cats pull down the towel in the bathroom all the time. I walked in there the other night, turned the light on and saw this. I went to pick up the fallen towel and IT BIT ME. Apparently I had disturbed someone’s Lair. Not a bad lair, as lairs go, I imagine.
(And yes this is our unrenovated bathroom. Although I have replaced all the white & gold plastic hardware with silver, it remains resolutely mint green and the lino is a horror and I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about the shub. I haven’t? Oh, are you in for a TREAT.)