Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thought I'd do a little update on Striped Cat and Grey Cat. I have never seen an instance of feline hero worship quite as dire as Striped Cat's worship for Grey Cat.
Striped Cat routinely follows him around the house ... any time we see Grey Cat on the move, we can be sure Striped Cat will be about 5 feet behind. Striped Cat likes to snuggle up against Grey Cat to sleep, but first he always checks to see what position Grey Cat is sleeping in and then mimics that position. Seriously. And if Grey Cat moves, Striped Cat checks and adjusts his position accordingly.
Striped Cat only wants to eat out of whatever bowl Grey Cat is eating out of. He will even half-hang on Grey Cat's back so he can eat the kibble Grey Cat drops. (Still not kidding.) He's lucky Grey Cat is pretty mellow about being messed with while eating. Grey Cat will switch bowls so Striped Cat can have the bowl Striped Cat is trying to share with Grey Cat, which results in Striped Cat following Grey Cat to the new bowl.
Grey Cat loves lettuce, particularly dark leafy varieties. Striped Cat does NOT love lettuce, but every time Grey Cat has lettuce, Striped Cat wants a piece, which he then eats, makes a terrible face that says, "Ugh, why are we eating this?" and then he eats the rest of it anyway -- or at least until Grey Cat stops eating HIS lettuce.
Grey Cat loves showers. He thinks we take showers just to provide him with sauna opportunities. Striped Cat, again, not such a fan -- the noise of the shower terrifies him, like it does all normal cats. At first he would pace outside the door while we showered and Grey Cat sat inside enjoying his schvitz. Then he started sitting against the outside of the door. Then he would sit half in and half out of the door, staring frantically around to make sure escape routes had not been cut off. Now he follows Grey Cat in and sits inside the bathroom for the whole shower, the entire time with this look on his face like, "Why is this supposed to be fun? PLEASE can you turn off the noisy monster sound?" But if Grey Cat is going to do it, Striped Cat is going to do it.
Grey Cat seems resigned to his worshipful shadow, though now and then he makes a gargantuan effort to have a nap to himself (it never works). Once I had to separate them when they were fighting, and I had to lock up Grey Cat because I'm too cumbersome to catch Striped Cat (who is speedy and slippery). When I came to let Grey Cat out of the bathroom after a cooling-down period, he refused to come out -- he was having such a peaceful, worship-free nap in there.
Life is hard on the pedestal.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Flippy, on the other hand, was somewhat non-plussed. Flippy's not a fan of me reorienting gravity on him (by, say, turning over) to begin with. Turning gravity OFF by getting in the water freaked him out. If I can transcribe the sensations coming from my belly, Flippy was saying something like:
"Wait ... WTF ... WHERE IS GRAVITY? WHERE'D IT GO???!?!!?!?!?!??!"
He has pretty recognizable patterns of behavior by now, and the water definitely threw him for a loop.
Threw me for a bit of a loop too when I got in -- it turns out you're a LOT more buoyant when you're pregnant. I thought I was going to pop right back up like a cork!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Of course, I still remember the first 50 digits of pi, because that's TOTALLY going to come in useful and not be look-up-able!
The singularity needs to come faster.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Which is not quite true. In addition to knowing he's an unusually active child, we learned this weekend that Flippy likes Frank Sinatra.
We go on many Saturdays to see Bridget and the Boogiemen at Panache (7 to closing), with various friends, which is about the right speed for me currently -- leaning back on a couch and listening to music while eating incessantly is about all the social excitement I can handle.
Back when my baby books informed me Flippy could hear and would recognize sounds he heard in the womb later when he was born, I started trying to think of what good jazz I would expose him to, so he would not be born a cultural philistine (or too tainted by my unholy love for Eurotrance). I settled on Fly Me to the Moon as a good song to sing him -- catchy melody, fun words, makes an appearance on Sesame Street as "Slimy to the Moon" with astronaut worms, one of my favorite songs -- and started singing him that now and then.
We requested it when we first went to Panache and the band now plays it for us whenever we drop by on a Saturday. Well, this Saturday, when they started playing it, Flippy suddenly went crazy and kept kicking around until they finished the melody, calmed down during the solos, and then went nuts again when they played the melody at the end.
Which I thought was pretty cool. (And part of me is at least a little surprised to learn that this whole "baby can not just hear but recognize sounds in the womb" thing isn't just nonsense.)
So we know at least one thing about Flippy: He likes Fly Me to the Moon. You should, too. It's a good song!