Cat Harassment

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Aug 122011
 

When we first brought Duchess home, she was a jumpy, timid creature. Naturally any cat is going to be nervous in a new environment, but I’d never known one who was so alarmed by everything. If someone stood up too fast, she would bolt into the basement. If Alpha Geek or the Artist stood up at all, she would bolt for the basement—she was fine as long as they were sitting, but when they stood up they were just so appallingly tall it freaked her out. If we moved too fast, or made a loud noise, she would bolt for the basement.

Often Alpha Geek cannot resist pushing someone’s buttons, including hers. When he took off his shoes, he would take a sock and lob it gently in her direction. She would bolt for the basement.

My younger son, the Director, is energetic (to say the least). These days it’s fashionable to say that such a person has ADHD, but the Director really does; he’s been diagnosed and we’ve done a lot of work with schools and shrinks to help him learn to control his impulsive behavior. (Turns out ADHD, like Asperger’s Syndrome, is a form of high-functioning autism. This is what happens when geeks breed.)

The Director is rarely still. He usually runs everywhere. He’s prone to abrupt, unpredictable bursts of motion and noise.

Nonetheless, he is the one that our nervous, jumpy cat chose to be Her Person.

If anyone else ran towards her, she would—you guessed it—bolt for the basement. If the Director ran towards her, she would get up to meet him. If anyone else picks her up, she struggles mightily; she hates to be picked up. If the Director picks her up, she will complain but won’t struggle. When the kid is in school, she looks for him when it’s time for him to get home.

Alpha Geek has trouble fathoming this attachment. The kid will sit on the floor and pester the cat. He’ll roll her over from one side to the other. He’ll pick her up and put her on his lap, and when she climbs off he’ll pick her up again. Finally Alpha Geek will say, “Leave the cat alone.”

So the Director will get up and leave. And Duchess will get up and follow.

Because ultimately the reason they have such a close bond is that they understand each other. They’re both complete and utter attention whores.

Nowadays she’s not nearly so nervous, either. She comes to greet us when we get home, and will also come check out strangers (as long as they don’t come in the front door). She’s no longer alarmed by the two tall men walking past. If Alpha Geek lobs a sock at her, she will step to the side just far enough to avoid it, then give him an “Oh, please” look worthy of any teenager.

Not only has she settled in, she has become queen of the house. Just as I predicted.

I Am Belted

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Aug 112011
 

My clothes have finally gotten loose enough on me that I have to wear a belt to keep my pants up. One of these days I’ll need to get some new clothes, but I’m putting it off because a) I hate shopping for clothes, and b) we’ve got a bunch of other expensive stuff that sprung up as soon as I got a job (figures).

Monday I dug out a belt I had purchased a few years ago, but never actually wore—the belt drew attention to my midsection, which wasn’t an area of my body that needed highlighting. It still had the plastic security tag on it from the store, so I took it to Alpha Geek for help removing the tag.

“My pants are just getting too loose, I have to start wearing a belt,” I told him as he pried the tag off.

“Oh, boo hoo,” he said without sympathy, handing it back.

A moment later I had a new complaint. “This belt doesn’t have enough holes!” I declared.

“It’s the wrong size for you,” said Alpha Geek.

“It wasn’t when I bought it!”

Digging farther into the closet, I was able to find a ratty old brown belt that I could use. This weekend I’m going to have to blow ten bucks and get myself a better one that fits.

Still Employed!

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Aug 072011
 

Not that I think I’m in danger of being laid off—but I didn’t think so at the last job, either. I figure once I pass the six-month mark (which is how long I worked at the last place) I’ll stop feeling so paranoid that unemployment is imminent.

I don’t know if New Guy will be there tomorrow; I suspect he won’t. Friday my supervisor didn’t want to give him any more accounts, so she gave him boxes of statements and receipts to organize (seriously, some clients apparently just throw all their paperwork into a box and bring it to us).

I left early for a doctor’s appointment, so I don’t know if he did get laid off or not. But an hour or so before I left, New Guy came over to me and drew his finger across his throat.

“I don’t know for sure,” he said, “but I think they’re going to let me go.”

So I guess I’ll find out tomorrow, but I suspect he won’t be there. The slow pace and the mistakes were bad enough, but I think the real nail in his coffin happened Tuesday: around four o’clock he had (finally) finished with the account he was working on, and came to our supervisor for something else to do. She was swamped with a job that needed finishing, and didn’t have time to go through the accounts to find an easy one for him to work on, so she told him to just head home and she’d have something for him to work on the next morning.

He didn’t go home. He went back to the office where he’d been working, and hung around for another hour until it was five o’clock. He’d been working on the other side of the office suite, so we didn’t notice he was still there until it was almost five. I don’t know what he was doing over there, but my supervisor was not impressed.

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