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Dec. 10th, 2007 03:28 pmI love my cat, really I do. And no doubt, she loves me. Or at least pretends to so I'll feed and pet her and stuff. Either way.
But why can't she just be a nice normal lap cat? I could sit here at the computer, she could sit in my lap, I can continue to type and work.
No, no. That's just not good enough for Ferarri. Ferarri is a boob cat. A rather insistent one at that. I put her down, she crawls back up. I put her down, she crawls back up. I put her down...you get the idea. It's rather difficult to type with a cat sprawled out across your chest. Thank goodness none of the other cats ever try to do this.
In other news, I don't believe I've mentioned lately how much I loathe the rental company. So I discovered yesterday when I was getting ready to cook dinner that the pilot light on one side of the stove went out. I didn't know how to relight it (This only happened once at the old house when we were completely without gas and electric when someone cut lines in our neighborhood last year...Cullen sent Billy over to take care of it, and on that stove, if I remember correctly, it wasn't particularly easy to get to and took some maneuvering.) So in the process of trying to figure it out, the pilot on the other side went out. I called up the property manager and he spent about twice as long as it would take to tell me what to do to relight it telling me that he doesn't take calls on weekends and I would have to call back and leave a message and he would have never answered the phone if he knew it was me calling. *sigh*
I didn't know if it would be of any help, but I called up Grandma Jane and she told me how it worked on her stove...luckily it was the same as on our stove here and I got the pilot light relit, though attempting to do it while talking on the phone resulted in a lot of banging and clanking and I ended up having to hang up to do it, but I got it done. *Sigh* So I get the whole "weekend" thing, but how difficult is it to say "push back on the top ledge of the stove, then lift the range surface from the front, there's a rod inside to prop it on, turn the gas on one of the burners and bring a lit match to the point where the two tubes between the burners meet."
Conversely "You know, I really don't know. If you can't figure it out, call back tomorrow and I'll send someone to take care of it." would have worked.
Instead, he hung up on me.
However...I got the burners lit successfully and dinner cooked.
We are so outta here when this lease is up.
But why can't she just be a nice normal lap cat? I could sit here at the computer, she could sit in my lap, I can continue to type and work.
No, no. That's just not good enough for Ferarri. Ferarri is a boob cat. A rather insistent one at that. I put her down, she crawls back up. I put her down, she crawls back up. I put her down...you get the idea. It's rather difficult to type with a cat sprawled out across your chest. Thank goodness none of the other cats ever try to do this.
In other news, I don't believe I've mentioned lately how much I loathe the rental company. So I discovered yesterday when I was getting ready to cook dinner that the pilot light on one side of the stove went out. I didn't know how to relight it (This only happened once at the old house when we were completely without gas and electric when someone cut lines in our neighborhood last year...Cullen sent Billy over to take care of it, and on that stove, if I remember correctly, it wasn't particularly easy to get to and took some maneuvering.) So in the process of trying to figure it out, the pilot on the other side went out. I called up the property manager and he spent about twice as long as it would take to tell me what to do to relight it telling me that he doesn't take calls on weekends and I would have to call back and leave a message and he would have never answered the phone if he knew it was me calling. *sigh*
I didn't know if it would be of any help, but I called up Grandma Jane and she told me how it worked on her stove...luckily it was the same as on our stove here and I got the pilot light relit, though attempting to do it while talking on the phone resulted in a lot of banging and clanking and I ended up having to hang up to do it, but I got it done. *Sigh* So I get the whole "weekend" thing, but how difficult is it to say "push back on the top ledge of the stove, then lift the range surface from the front, there's a rod inside to prop it on, turn the gas on one of the burners and bring a lit match to the point where the two tubes between the burners meet."
Conversely "You know, I really don't know. If you can't figure it out, call back tomorrow and I'll send someone to take care of it." would have worked.
Instead, he hung up on me.
However...I got the burners lit successfully and dinner cooked.
We are so outta here when this lease is up.
