Jun. 1st, 2012

oops

Jun. 1st, 2012 01:59 am
lyssie: (Whoops!)
I think I killed the comment ficathon

(also, on the list of "things idek why I wrote that:" 1. Maria Hill/Pepper Potts bdsm, 2. Kelly Jones vs. Natasha Romanoff throw-down. 3. Amy Pond/Jo Grant Moscow Rules [everyone chasing them through city streets, with lots of heaving bosoms and hiding in tight spaces, though I have not managed any of the latter two things]. 1 and 2 are at the "I shall sleep and then edit because right now, everything reads like cookie-cutter description/dialogue" stage. 3 needs more plot [perhaps Cybermen. Jo never met them].)
lyssie: (Sharon Valerii wins)
So. Quin has this sort of set schedule where she gets fed in the morning and then fed again at night. When I was working, this meant 7:30 or so in the morning, and was pretty regular like clockwork. Now that I'm not, well, it means whenever one of us staggers up-right at whatever o'clock it is.

This does not sit well with her, and she has been getting increasingly crafty in her methods. Her favorite trick is to come into my room (or [livejournal.com profile] nique's) and jump up on my bed and meow loudly. Then jump down, meow, and disappear. A few minutes later (having usually confirmed to herself that [livejournal.com profile] nique's door is closed), she will repeat her performance. Sometimes, she'll curl up right at my shoulder and puuuuuurrr loudly.

Her Houdini trick (because, srsly, when you are half-awake, and there is a cat and then there isn't one...) can last for up to an hour as I burrow deeper and deeper under my covers in order to ignore her.

So today, she tried something different.

Vaulting back and forth across my legs. I assumed at first that she had heard something in the hallway and was simply moving. But then she went back. And then she jumped to the front again. Then to the back. I was awake enough at that point to go "wtf, cat." and decide that my feet were cold, so I tossed my blankets back over my legs.

She made loud purring and meow noises, then curled up by my shoulder, waiting for me to get up.

Which I ended up doing. So her new plan accomplished what she wanted.

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