What happens when you release 100 cats in an Ikea?
(and, if you’re like me and thought there weren’t nearly enough cute cats playing in the lighting fixtures in the above video, here’s some bonus content.)
What happens when you release 100 cats in an Ikea?
(and, if you’re like me and thought there weren’t nearly enough cute cats playing in the lighting fixtures in the above video, here’s some bonus content.)
Robocat: “Surgical High Five, Dude.”
This video may or may not have made me happy cry…
And yet here I am.
I could tell you all about the wonderful progress I’ve been making on my novel, or the countless hours of old television I’ve been watching thanks to Netflix OnDemand, but I felt this a more suitable way of apologizing:
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Today I had to tutor a client in the pacific palisades. Since I got there about 45 minutes early, I decided to go to a Starbucks and do some reading. As I was walking from my car into the restaurant, I saw a guy walking by the Bank of America towards me get whacked in the head by a small black bird. He was mildly freaked out and we shared a moment of commiseration because he was glad someone saw it (me). Seemed like just a strange fluke thing. It was kind of breezy, maybe the bird just wasn’t paying attention.
But then, as I passed under the same BoA awning to go to the Starbucks, I felt the same bird woosh past my head, only inches away from my ear. That was freaky. I didn’t know if it was the same individual animal or just a strange, palisadian species of dive-bombing fowl I’d never heard of before. I made a note to be cautious on my way back out.
Forty minutes and 25 pages later, of course, I forgotten all about it. So as I was walking back to my car, contemplating the use of footnotes in fiction, I was completely not expecting to have my head violently pecked and wing-thwaked by an angry avian. But that’s what happened. It hurt. And was kind of scary!
I don’t know if there’s a point or moral or lesson to all of this. Just be cautious if your’e ever walking under this awning outside BoA. There’s one crazy ass bird hanging out there. Also, I hope I don’t have bird flu.
Turtle the Cat is not very excited about moving…
After I kicked her out of the cabinet underneath the sink she proceeded to spend all afternoon sitting in the corner of my shower giving me evil looks. Bet she’ll like me even more when I force her into a bag in a few minutes and proceed to drive her to the new place…
What should I do with this bear??
I am in the process of trying to get rid of as much stuff as possible in order to make my coming move as easy as possible. I’ve decided to give most of my old stuffed animals (that I’ve been using as decorations so are basically in new condition) to a local charity that provides toys to under privileged kids. This bear was given to me by an ex-boyfriend; his dog chewed off the eyes.
Here’s my conundrum: Since this was given to me by an ex and plays “let me call you sweetheart” when you squeeze it’s paw, I have no real desire to keep this bear. The problem is the bear is eyeless, and therefore won’t be accepted by any charities. And I just can’t bring myself to throw away stuffed animals, especially helpless, blind ones! I realize this is a complex stemming from childhood whereby I considered my toys to have souls… but now I don’t know what to do! Do I keep the bear just because it has special needs? Do I euthanize him by sending him to the dump??? Ack! Help.
What would you do?
Exactly what it sounds like. Thanks to Jeremy for seeing this and instantly thinking of me… spot on.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m leading an adventure and service learning trip to Ecuador and the Galapagos this summer!
Hard to believe I’ve been here for a week already. I met my students in the Miami airport and we all flew down to Quito together to meet my cohorts/co-leaders, Dan and Roberto. Only one major slip up (which actually resulted in something of a comedy of errors): one of our students from China did not get the proper stamp to get past customs and was forced to fly back to the US (where she is in high school.) Luckily she was able to get the stamp the very next day and fly down to Quito to join us!
We spent the first day wandering around Old Town and the Mariscal (which is the touristy section of the city that is, oddly enough, also one of the most crime ridden areas of the city, so we had to keep an eye out for our students and ourselves!)
Day two was White Water Rafting Day! The kids (and the leaders) had a blast on the trip down the Rio Toachi and the Rio Blanco. We hit some almost-class-4 rapids (the water was a little low so they weren’t as intense as they can get) and also got to jump off of a cliff about 20 feet high into the water! I ended up with some bruises and a mild sunburn, which I didn’t discover until later that night; battle scars of a fun day.
The past five days we’ve been in the Galapagos on a boat tour aboard the Amigo. It’s been everything I could have imagined and more. The landscape is eerily arid and ranges from desert-like to Ireland-esque. When we landed in Baltra I was reminded of New Mexico - the landscape is dotted with cactuses and plants that are reminiscent of sage-brush.
The highlight of the Galapagos has most definitely been the animals. We all learned about the giant tortises, marine iguanas, and blue-footed boobies in elementary school, what they don’t tell you is the animals here don’t have any learned/evolved fear behavior, and they will happily go about their business with a dozen tourists less than 10 feet away snapping photos of them. A few of the amazing things I saw/encountered:
Overall we visited five islands: Baltra, Santa Cruz, Floreana, Espanola, and San Cristobal. We’re now back in Puerta Ayora on Santa Cruz (a town of ~12,000 human inhabitants) and getting ready to start our volunteer work. My students area really great group so far and I’m having a fantastic time seeing the sights and getting to know them.
Two more days in the Galapagos, and then off to the Amazon!
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