March 27th, 2008

prison break

Well, since I'm awake, let me wish the lovely lycantras a happy birthday. :)

Why am I awake? Well, why I woke up, I don't know, but I woke up about 1:30, and noticed that Copper wasn't sacked out with me, which is weird, she sleeps with us normally and has been making a point of sleeping with me this week with Jeff gone (hush. Cats do to make points. She's even been sleeping at the foot of the bed instead of cuddled up with me at the top of the bed, like normal. It's like she's on guard duty). So I lay there for a minute, and notice the sounds of cats tearing around the house. This isn't all that unusual either, but it didn't sound like the normal Kittyanapolis 500, so I went off to investigate. Everything was fine in the living room, so I wander into the office... and Lucy's cage is open, again.

I know this time it wasn't me, because I haven't been using that door.1 So I groaned and said "Geez, not again", grabbed Marty off the back of Jeff's chair where she was perched, watching 2 and tossed her out (Copper was already out) and closed up the office, and commended looking for Lucy. Luckily, she wasn't hard to find, as she was meandering around Jeff's desk at a snail's pace, cheeks stuffed full of food.3

So, I popped open all the doors to the cage. She didn't seem to be in a bolting mood, so I figured I'd wait her out. And sure enough, after a few minutes, she wandered up towards her cage and I was able to coax her back in.

All of the cages doors are now secured with twist ties. Marty is curled up in Jeff's chair, watching Hamster TV; Ellie is curled up on the back of the couch, half asleep and pondering how dumb we all are, and Copper is purring and kneading the blanket in my lap. And I'm awake, staring at the ceiling. :p I think I'll try this sleep thing again. There's always grading if I can't.

1. Lucy has two cages, one thoughtfully donated to the cause by queenmunchkin, and a penthouse annex, which are connected by tubing. The door on the latter is awkward to get to, and food goes in the former, so I hadn't been using that door for anything. It's low enough that a determined hamster could possibly have thrown her weight against it and eventually popped it open, which I suspect is what happened - she was agitated earlier, and if one of the kittens had somehow popped it open, I would have gotten into the office to discover a cat with its head in the cage.

2. Good zed critter.

3. If you're going to stage a prison break and set up a new home elsewhere, you need rations, right?

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So, today I solved the hamster problem by closing the office door all day. I hated closing the cats off from some of their favorite lounging spots, but I did not need to be worrying about things all day. If somehow she got through the twist ties, at least she'd be on the other side of a door she couldn't fit under from the cats.

Luckily, everyone was where they were supposed to be when I got home.

Lucy stopped up her tube up to her penthouse with bedding overnight. I didn't realize how tightly stuffed it was, and figured she'd pull it out when she wanted out. I got home and she was still in there, and Jeff pointed out that I might want to fix it. So I got her into her ball (without being bitten, go me. It involved stuffing the ball over the penthouse opening and waiting her out) and unpacked her tube so she could crawl in and out properly.

You guys are going to laugh, but I could swear she's acting up because she misses Jeff.

So, I met with a student this morning for a test that's a month and a half late; she's finally asking for help, and I think she understands more now than she did at 9 this morning, so I'll take it. I taught class, where we had a discussion ranging somewhere between chaotic and anarchic on gender, but it was a very good, very thoughtful (if loud and rambunctious) discussion. I'll take it. I tutored stats. I did office hours. I went out to the co-op and folded things. I came home and talked to Jeff and my sisters and worked my way through more book review rough drafts (mostly bad, very bad) and graded quizzes and made a really damn good pizza for dinner.

I've been very grateful for the use of Hope's car this week (and I might even have been having fun on the drive home today, with the sun and the Godsmack), but I'm very glad that tomorrow the only place I have to be is campus, and I can pull out my poor neglected bike to get there.

... and I have to be back on campus at 9am, so it's off to bed for me.