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Okay, try to keep up. My hair is matted with blood and betadyne and I'm not ... let's say, cool calm ... well I am, and maybe that's part of the problem.
First adding some tape to the cat's tail has failed to distract it. A length of ribbon or a bow taped to it's tail is presently doing it's job. This is the axillary device as without the distraction the cat can slip out of it's halter roughly 3 times faster than you can put it on her.
Now the reason for all this is time sharing. When the spiders invade the house they have top patrolling and cruising rights. The cat doesn't quite grasp this.
The computers in the house are the Titanic, the Hindenburg, and the Hesperus, a deceased lap top. The Hesperus lives downstairs and it's sole duty is to slow down the cat (and facilitate it's escape artistry). The Hindenburg is in pieces upstairs as it is undergoing a heart transplant. That leaves me typing on the Titanic next to it and near the wall. That fateful wall.
I'll accept part of the blame. My book case against the wall is out of bounds to the cat. The geckos (check the title of this thread) know of a safe haven between book case and wall. I'm typing away. I was assuming the cat has gone flop as it has a dolls cowboy hat and a tissue roll tube taped to it's tail, the harness is on and tight with the other end tied firmly to the Hesperus. There were 3 sparassid young bucks on the ceiling of our bedroom last night, out looking for a little romance.
Cat flop. Disgusted with trying to corral it's own tail and embarrassed by our us trying to not laugh it goes flop on the floor and gives us dirty looks as it feigns despondency. (It isn't. It's only plotting and planning).
The gecko was on the wall about a half a fathom above Kerouac and Zelazney. I felt reasonably safe, secure, and ~meeeeeowwwWWW! free.
It slips it's halter, has shredded the hat and tube. Perfecting the slip past the blockade on the stairs in silence. Doorway, target in sight! Arm of chair -> cushion -> back of chair -> (gaining a lot of speed and altitude) Hindenburg's monitor (tippy but more altitude) -> back of second chair -excellent traction!! -> human's head and LEAP! Got that gecko. Hey human, what's with the scream of pain? You said geckos are fair game. No, I don't want out on the porch roof! It's raining!
First adding some tape to the cat's tail has failed to distract it. A length of ribbon or a bow taped to it's tail is presently doing it's job. This is the axillary device as without the distraction the cat can slip out of it's halter roughly 3 times faster than you can put it on her.
Now the reason for all this is time sharing. When the spiders invade the house they have top patrolling and cruising rights. The cat doesn't quite grasp this.
The computers in the house are the Titanic, the Hindenburg, and the Hesperus, a deceased lap top. The Hesperus lives downstairs and it's sole duty is to slow down the cat (and facilitate it's escape artistry). The Hindenburg is in pieces upstairs as it is undergoing a heart transplant. That leaves me typing on the Titanic next to it and near the wall. That fateful wall.
I'll accept part of the blame. My book case against the wall is out of bounds to the cat. The geckos (check the title of this thread) know of a safe haven between book case and wall. I'm typing away. I was assuming the cat has gone flop as it has a dolls cowboy hat and a tissue roll tube taped to it's tail, the harness is on and tight with the other end tied firmly to the Hesperus. There were 3 sparassid young bucks on the ceiling of our bedroom last night, out looking for a little romance.
Cat flop. Disgusted with trying to corral it's own tail and embarrassed by our us trying to not laugh it goes flop on the floor and gives us dirty looks as it feigns despondency. (It isn't. It's only plotting and planning).
The gecko was on the wall about a half a fathom above Kerouac and Zelazney. I felt reasonably safe, secure, and ~meeeeeowwwWWW! free.
It slips it's halter, has shredded the hat and tube. Perfecting the slip past the blockade on the stairs in silence. Doorway, target in sight! Arm of chair -> cushion -> back of chair -> (gaining a lot of speed and altitude) Hindenburg's monitor (tippy but more altitude) -> back of second chair -excellent traction!! -> human's head and LEAP! Got that gecko. Hey human, what's with the scream of pain? You said geckos are fair game. No, I don't want out on the porch roof! It's raining!
