Sick and don’t have the energy to write this post. Have a picture of a kitten
Month: January 2017 (Page 1 of 2)
I was doing normal things around my place. I got something out of the bedroom and Jobu followed me in there. He acts like a dog sometimes. I go about doing whatever it was I was doing. About five minutes later I realize I hadn’t seen Jobu come out of the bedroom. I go in there and look around a bit. I glance in the closet. I check out on the balcony since I had left that door open for him. No Jobu. I assumed he had just hidden under the bed for some reason. About ten more minutes pass and I still haven’t seen him. I decide to check under the bed just to be sure. He isn’t under there. I do another look around the place calling out his name. I start to get a little worried that maybe he jumped off the balcony. He is stupid that way. I then remember that I got something out of the hall closet. I go up to the door and say “Jobu you in there?”. No response. I open the door and there he is just sitting patiently on the floor. Without making a sound he just got up and walked out. I was like “Why didn’t you meow when I was calling?”
I find this version amazing!!! Everything (except cars) really were better in the 80s
The image above shows the current disposition of the cat beds (as well as how messy the floor is).
Jobu’s main bed, the one I bought within a week of getting him years ago, sits on the desk. As I said this is his main bed. He sleeps in it the most. He jumps on the chair than the table. He then stands on his bed and meows softly at me. This is my cue. I have to put him to bed. I pet him until he curls up in a ball. Like I said, that boy ain’t right.
You would think that when we wants to sleep on the other bed he would take the most efficient route of the little jump from the floor to the chair. Nope. He gets on the desk and then jumps to the chair. That boy ain’t right.
My Engine is Consuming Itself
I went out for lunch on Wednesday. Half way to my favorite taco place I sat at a stop light. I huge racket seemed to be coming from a mechanic shop next door. It sounded like the really had some machine grinding away at a bunch of metal. I got stopped at the next stop light where the exact same cacophony was going on. I realized it was coming from my car and that it wasn’t good. It sounded like the engine was destroying itself. It seemed to stop when I accelerated and came back whenever the car idled. It seemed to be running fine. Once I got back to my office I searched online for what could be causing the noise. A bunch of results that didn’t seem to apply came up.
The next morning before taking the car to the mechanic I tried to see If I could figure out the problem. I started it up and opened the hood. But it wasn’t making the sound. I drove around the parking lot and still it was fine. So I decided just to drive to work. When I got to the second stop light on my way to the office KLATTER BANG SLAM CRANK!!!!! So I drove back home and opened the hood. I could barely hear the sound at the front of the car and didn’t seem to be coming from the engine. I looked under the car and there was the problem. The heat shield had come loose and was banging against the exhaust. I tried to do a very subtle and precise repair by kicking at it to try and finish knocking it loose. I have just left it down there rattling around until hopefully the temperature climbs about 15 degrees and I can actually climb underneath the car and try to either tighten or remove it.
I Feed a Deadbeat
I checked the weather before going out to my car to head to work. My phone mocked me saying -4 degrees fahrenheit. I had one layers. I pulled my parka on and zipped it tight. I wrapped a scarf around my neck and mouth. Put on my knit cap, pulled up the hood, and stuffed my gloved hands into the pockets. As I started out the door I looked over at Jobu. He lay in a tight little fuzzy ball in his nice warm bed. “You just lie there and be warm while you sleep all day. I’ll head out into the freezing cold to work so I can buy you food.” He didn’t even open an eyelid.
|Shamelessly stolen from the internet|
I was off work all week and really didn’t do much. I cleaned. I cooked. I slept in and went to bed late. Perfect week off.
On New Years Eve I went out with a few friends to celebrate. It was fun and I kept the libations to a minimum 🙂
I think Jobu really enjoyed having me around so much.