With all this talk about cats, I have to interject my "cat" story.

I'm not a cat person.  I admit it.  I would take a pack of dogs anytime over a cat.  However....... I realize that cats can have a purpose.  When hubby and I lived in the country in Iowa, every fall (this time of year), our house would be invaded by field mice.  The only way to keep them reasonably under control, would be to have cats.  So we had cats. 

We had one young cat that hunting did not come naturally.  We kept hoping that it would learn from the other cat we had in the house..... but it was a slow learning curve.  Because the mice population was about to overrun the house, we had to set traps.  Once evening we heard our non-hunter cat, Spot, meowing with that distinctive sound that tells you they have caught something.  We look up and in walks Spot, proudly carrying his prey in his mouth.  He was strutting like he was the king of he jungle!  We about fell to the ground laughing...... the mouse Spot had pounced, was IN A TRAP!!!

Spot did eventually learn to hunt without the aid of the traps.   

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OR, you can find an unsuspecting chowchow and dye it like a panda cub:
http://www.angelfire.com/anime4/pandadog/Enter/PandaDog.htm

I hear in china, they breed them that color.  But I also heard of a guy that dyes his chow chow.  He's been arrested for possession of an exotic animal several times.  lol

Cynde

Once upon a time there was a cat who lived in a friend's house and this little kitty (name witheld) was able to open doors. Inside and outside doors, cause they both have a regular door handle here in Lederhosen-country and she just jumped up, held on to the handle and pulled it down with her weight. Taaadaaaa the door was open and the little lady was able to disappear in the night....

I love Spirited Away!  I bought it before seeing it, I knew I'd love it from the previews.  I watch it several times a year, but not as much as Nightmare Before Christmas.  Have you seen Corpse Bride yet?  I plan on seeing it w/hubby this Friday.

*dances w/13b* yay, BPAL!

OMG!!!! EBay is on FIRE!  Call for help!  How horrible, I can see the flames but I can't see eBay at all,  help, somebody...oh, wait.  It's ok, it's just the firewall.

Oh.

$#!^

And I still can't get decent internet at home.  The joys and delights of a bucolic lifestyle are all well and good until they start to interfere with my shopping.   

Speaking of shopping, I got my new hairsticks in--Smoldering Fire Artistix and Montana Sparkle Shadowstix.  Yes, I bought another pair of orange sticks.  No, I haven't increased the orange-osity of my wardrobe.  It's a sickness, but these have really gorgeous sticks.  I'm hoping to wear them to my cousin's wedding.  If they don't match, I'll just fondle them. 

Please.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  They're much to expensive for that. 

I bought the Montana Sparkle sticks to go with a blue shirt I ordered and they are completely the wrong shades of blue--the sticks are blue-grey beads on a blue-grey-teal stick and the shirt is bright navy blue.  The sticks are completely lovely, though, and I love the beads.  The edges are so round and smooth and I love the little shavings of foil floating in them.  I'll wear them with denim, and I think they'll go well with my grey outfit.

The LHC Swap Box showed up at my house last night.  I got lots of stuff and I'm putting in some eo's and BPAL and Aromaleigh samples and a bunch of hair toys I've outgrown or should have known better than to buy in the first place.  I got a Mamacat haircomb which is a tiny bit short, but it held all day until 6 when I tossed my head and it just flew out.     I'll put the little rubber bands on it before using it again.

Monday I was lying in bed snoozing when I felt a paw gently tap/petting me on the shoulder.  I reached out to pet Rumpole and I touched Bogie, which is completely shocking as his method of gaining my attention is to knead the pillow right in front of my face, then bend down and go "YOW!!!!!" right in my ear.  Stinker.   8)

BPAL:  Centzon Totochtin (bittersweet Mexican cocoa with rum, red wine, and a scent redolent of sacrificial blood).  Out of the imp and first on this is dark wet cocoa--not sweet at all.  I love this stage.  Every so often a blast of fruity red wine floats up, then it turns into billowing clouds of grey smoke.  For most of the day it was cocoa, wine, smoke, with the smoke gradually lasting longer and longer.  I didn't really care for the smoke and it dried down to that weird spicy thing my chemistry does to certain notes, but I love the cocoa so very very much, I'm going to try it in a scent locket.  If that works I'm so buying a big bottle.

Ear to ear lace braid with simple bun held with Amish hair pins.  I decorated it with 2 Moonchild spider stickpins and I like it at least.  No-one commented on my beaded spiders but someone did tell me I was too young to let myself go grey.   

Gorey's been AWOL for 3 days now.  Sigh.  I nursed him back to health and now he's taken off.  Fine.  Be that way.   

Agatha thinks that because she has the sweetest kitty face on 3 continents she can do anything she jolly well wants.  She's almost right.     Several years ago before I moved here and was happily catless, I belonged to the Fridgie Hiders, an online club where the members sent each other handmade refrigerator magnets.  I had enough to cover the front and side of the 'fridge when I moved, but I dropped out and didn't put them up again afterwards because my house was haunted--haunted by a tiny tabby terror now known as Bogie.  I put the fridgies in bags and stored them in the guest room closet, which is now, of course, the Kitty Suite.  Agatha has found them and she'll dig one out every couple of days.  This week she's found a pansy, a red fish, and a townhouse.   8)

Bogie will sleep most of the evening on the TV trays (my house doesn't have windowsills so I bought TV trays for the cats to lie on and look out the windows) and then gets on the lap desk to finish his sleep around 10 o'clock.  I go to bed at eleven, so his royal catness is awakened a scant hour after retiring and he is most unhappy with his own person peon (aka, me  )

Rumpole has spent the last two mornings driving me crazy.  He starts by wallowing on my feet, then he jumps on the sink over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over...well, you get the idea.  I'm surprised I got to work at all today.

BPAL:  Whip (roses and leather).  This was much rosier when I tried the imp, but I still like it.  My skin has been really amping the base notes lately.  It's a bit perfumey at first but then it smells like the inside of a Wilson's leather shop with some rose floating behind it.  It doesn't last long, but I like it.

Scarf bun with one of my three Halloween scarves.  I totally forgot I had Halloween scarves.     I also have TWO Halloween shirts that I bought last Nov. and I completely forgot about; and I have a Halloween bag (black vinyl with candy corn appliques) that I just now remembered.

At least I remembered before the end of the month.

When I come home at night I walk up the basement stairs and unlock the door at the top.  As soon as the door is open, Rumpole dashes down the left side of the stairs to use his own personal litterbox and check to see if anything in the basement has changed in the last 24 hours.  Friday I went to Wal-Moo before I went home (Cinderella super-duper-ooper edition on DVD is out and I had to have one) and got a rotisserie chicken for dinner.  Rumpole ran under the bags I had in my hand, did a 180 halfway down the stairs and beat me in the door.  His pupils were dilated and his tail was waving cat semaphore:  "CHICKEN!!!!CHICKEN!!!!!!WE HAVE CHICKEN HERE!!!!OVER"

BPAL:  Harvest Moon 2005 (gladiola, chrysanthemum, aster, dahlia, anemone, bergamot, marigold, sage and verbena dust a blend of wine-soaked apples, plums, and red pears, mulling spices and brown sugar, the ivy leaves, amaranth and lingum aloe)  Long description, short review:  mulled apple cider.  Yum yum yum.  It fades rather quickly to a cinnamon-spicy scent and then is gone altogether.  I re-applied twice today, but I don't care.  This is so nice and autumn-y.   

I wore my bed gloves with my Burt's Bees hand salve the other night and I woke up with only one still on.   8)  Asleep me hates gloves, what can I say?

I made fuzzy gloves with a ball of Boa eyelash yarn in phoenix.  I have 7 balls left which isn't enough to make a ruana.  I was playing with the P the other day and found 2 skeins of plush chenille in a wine color, so I'm going to make long strips of chenille sc joined with an eyelash mesh.  Here's hoping.