workday morning

[calimac]

In a stressful time, it feels good to come downstairs in the morning and find two cats waiting, one to be fed and the other (who is a grazer with her own secret stash of food the first cat knows nothing about) waiting to be played with, which I originally took up to distract her from his food dish. I take what used to be a peacock feather until she bit most of it off, and waggle it in her direction, and she just gets so excited.

Also, all of a sudden, it's exciting times with Potlatch, which is this weekend. First, kate_schaefer asked a perfectly reasonable question about transport to the hotel, and I realized that we didn't have a directions page, so I hastily threw one up on the site, having previously been tutored by our chair in the arcane art of editing the website. Then he edited it, adding the text of the rather foggy auto directions from the downtown association website that I'd linked to. But that doesn't point directly to the hotel, so I went back in later and edited it so it does. (If only the hotel's website itself included directions, but it doesn't.)

Then late last night, in came a PDF draft of the program book, in which my restaurant guide had been edited down considerably, presumably for space, which is fine, except that those changes dictated other changes which need to be made: correction of the revised coverage, cross-references, the cuisine index, some revision of what got taken out or left in, so, since time is tight (see "this weekend" above), I completed that hastily.

Now, much else to do on less cheerful topics.

Comments

[whswhs.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that the time is stressful, and I hope you will get through it and it will soon be past.

Our younger cat would play with a stuffed mouse—but only one particular stuffed mouse, which no longer has its ears or limbs. He would play with peacock feathers, but they quickly lost their structural integrity. Happily, he seems to like the dot from a laser pointer as a thing to chase.

[kalimac.livejournal.com]

I aim to keep this cat on feathers and toy mice as long as possible. The laser pointer is the hard drugs of cat toys, and I only aim to employ it after the thrill of lesser items has worn off - maybe in a year or two or three, when she becomes adult and a little more sluggish.

[19-crows.livejournal.com]

Our George, seen in my icon, chased the laser pointer when he was young, but when he got older, lost interest in it. He could see it - you could see him following it - but he felt like it wasn't worth chasing, or something.

[kalimac.livejournal.com]

That's why I compared cat toys to drugs - their efficacy wears off over time. Which is one reason I want to start Maia on the laser pointer only after other toys have lost their savor.

It's also true that some cats are immune to the laser pointer - when Pandora would run around after it, Seven would just sit there as if to say, "What's the big deal? It's just a patch of light."

ANd I have never met a cat who got excited over the supposedly irresistible catnip.

[19-crows.livejournal.com]

In my experience it varies - I've known cats who never tired of the laser pointer. George would chase it but was never very interested in it.

Same with catnip. It's all over the map.