Catsitting, Episode 2: Attack of the Cats

In keeping with the horror theme of last post, I was awoken at 5am this morning by a phone call. It was a text message (which apparently can be delivered to phones, with a computer-voice reading out the text) from a local number I didn't recognize. All that it said was "Are you sleeping?"

Now I don't know about you, but I find that hearing a disembodied, mechanical voice ask me "are you sleeping" at 5 in the morning is pretty freaky. If I had a cell phone, I would have texted back "It's 5-frickin'-o'clock in the AM. When do you normally sleep? And why are you texting me when it just rings the phone anyways? PS I will find you."

My last day. The cats meow incessently. I feed them but they meow more. I pet them but they meow more. I don't know what more they want from me!!! Just like my last cat-sitting, this gig has once again convinced me that I shouldn't own cats.

A final observation: I found a catnip toy and threw it to Piggie. She went nuttier than Mr. Peanut. I think that cat has a problem; this must make me an enabler.

My days mostly consist of listening to the Ambient music station on Doug and Lisa's TV, reading journal articles, watching South Park, and checking email. The Ambient music channel is great, but I have to admit when it's late at night and no one else is in the house with you and the music sounds like it's from a horror movie soundtrack, you have to wonder if you're not tempting fate a little bit.

Mojo has been waking me up between 7 and 7:30. This will not do. I predict the basement door may close with him still downstairs. Though he meows quite loudly so I may still hear him. Piggie's also more vocal than my last time here. I wish I still intimidated her with my stranger-ness. Maybe if I grow a beard.

To date: No puke (that I've found, at least). Piggie purrs for me. Dishwashing detergent is located in an easy-to-find, convenient location. It's like Bizarro-world cat-sitting: nothing is going wrong this time around. More than likely, this means fire will consume the house at some point. I better go check where the fire extinguisher is.

I've a new appreciation for Greco-Roman wrestling. After engaging in what can only be described as spectacular struggles with Mojo each day to get him to swallow his pill, I think knowing how to do a suplex or two would be quite handy.

Oi. Technically it's 12:17 AM on Monday but this is more of a Sunday post. Finished Harry Potter just now. Have ignored cats most of the day. They seem fine with that, so long as I feed them. While I've never babysat, I wonder if kids could be treated the same way? Must share this new parenting technique with Doug and Lisa.

I wake up this morning, open the bedroom door, and look down. There's a mess on the floor. Cat puke, specifically.

Welcome back to cat-sitting with Mojo and Piggie.

Yes it's true - we're back for another 10 days while Doug, Lisa, and Norah (who recently repeated the word "Lance" back to me - I feel special!) are away on vacation. Leaving me with the primary job of cleaning cat puke and the secondary job of giving the cats more food with which they can create the puke for the primary job.

Which brings us to my first activity this morning - attempting to clean said puke. Made more difficult by the fact that the Breeping's have run out of carpet cleaner. This means I'll have to run out and get some today, but I'm torn, as I also have to go back to my own home to make sure I'm there when Harry Potter arrives. I can either miss Harry Potter or let the stain sink into the carpet.

Funny, the way I wrote that, you would think there's a decision to make.