Feb 032004

Can’t seem to get my ass in gear today. Part of it, I’m sure, is this cold, dreary weather. Part of it is also that my mate is out of town, which always makes me mopey.

Strange thing happened earlier. I was perusing the Movable Type support forums, when I heard a low wailing sound. It sounded like a cat in distress. I leaped out of my chair and went flying around the house calling Phurball, thinking that he’d gotten trapped in a closet or had hurt himself or was about to be sick. Within a few minutes I found him, curled up contentedly in a chair in the living room and blinking bemusedly at my antics. He must have been sound asleep; usually he answers me when I call him. (He doesn’t come to me, but he answers.)

By then the wailing had stopped. I looked outside for signs of a neighbor’s cat, but didn’t see anyone. I don’t know what it was. Perhaps I should blame it on encroaching senility.

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