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Feb. 18th, 2008 12:31 pmSomehow I ended up watching Pride and Prejudice instead of The Wire, last night, and I also missed the Special Canadian Rerun of Jericho. it's not that I particularly like Colin Firth, but it's a soothing adaptation.
Last weekend, I did pretty much nothing. The most exciting thing that happened was waking up at about 4 am Sunday morning to the sound of someone banging on my apartment door like they were trying to get in. Now, I live on the top floor of a house, and my door is the top of the stairs, and there's no way someone could be rattling it by accident. So I lie there for a moment, paralyzed with adrenaline, trying to figure out what's going on. Then... I hear the mewling.
Yes. My landlady's cat had decided to spend the night in the stairwell, and I guess she got bored in the early hours of the morning, because she was scratching my door and yowling and trying to get her paws underneath it and, as far as I could tell, beating her tiny little head against it. My plan to lie there and ignore her failed, since all she would do is go downstairs, yowl a bit, and then come back up and repeat the yowling, scratching, and door-shaking. So I let her in and watched her pace around for a bit and told her that there was no way I was going to let her out the window in this weather (it was some ridiculous number below freezing), and then sent her back into the stairwell. And that was clearly enough excitement for both of us, because there were only one or two yowling episodes after that, and I went to sleep.
Damn cat.
Last weekend, I did pretty much nothing. The most exciting thing that happened was waking up at about 4 am Sunday morning to the sound of someone banging on my apartment door like they were trying to get in. Now, I live on the top floor of a house, and my door is the top of the stairs, and there's no way someone could be rattling it by accident. So I lie there for a moment, paralyzed with adrenaline, trying to figure out what's going on. Then... I hear the mewling.
Yes. My landlady's cat had decided to spend the night in the stairwell, and I guess she got bored in the early hours of the morning, because she was scratching my door and yowling and trying to get her paws underneath it and, as far as I could tell, beating her tiny little head against it. My plan to lie there and ignore her failed, since all she would do is go downstairs, yowl a bit, and then come back up and repeat the yowling, scratching, and door-shaking. So I let her in and watched her pace around for a bit and told her that there was no way I was going to let her out the window in this weather (it was some ridiculous number below freezing), and then sent her back into the stairwell. And that was clearly enough excitement for both of us, because there were only one or two yowling episodes after that, and I went to sleep.
Damn cat.
