caveat emptor and cat antics
And lo, the human did see that there were Dirty Things that required cleansing at the temple of Washing Machine.
Verily, he gathered the Dirty Things and transported them to the temple, and yea, the cat did follow.
Yea, the human did sort through his pockets looking for Loose Change and other Bric-a-Brac, and the cat proceeded with sniffing the Dirty Things.
And so commenceth the placing of the dirty things in the temple, there to be purified by the holy Soap and Water.
Meanwhile, the cat observeth this ritual, and comprehending it not, proceedeth to investigate more closely.
Lo, the cat entereth the sacred temple, climbing atop the Dirty Things, and finding the Dirty Things suitable for relaxation, the cat reclineth thereon.
And the human was struck with consternation, forseeing great calamity if the cat remaineth in the temple upon the advent of Soap and Water, and he beseeched the Lord cat, saying "What the hell art Thou doing in there?"
And the cat did ignore him.
Whereupon, the human continued placing the Dirty Things atop the cat, hoping to dislodge him from the sacred place.
And the cat did smile contentedly.
When all hope seemeth lost, the human did place the Heavy Jeans upon the cat, and the cat was perturbed, and did seek exit from the temple.
And the cat giveth unto the human the Crusty Look.
So speaks the sacred text.
In other news, I came within a hairsbreadth of proving my total idiocy by falling for an old scam relating to my digital camera search. I was angry and annoyed about that, but I don't know if it was because I should have known better, or because I shouldn't have had to know better.
I had a talk with my parents about my impending departure -- it felt kind of weird, because I don't think we're on the right sides. I mean, aren't they the ones supposed to be pushing me out the door to go make a life for myself and I'm supposed to be dragging my heels saying how much easier it is where I am? They're worried I'll be too isolated, which is probably true. But I'm already pretty isolated, and I don't even have the independence to go with it. That which does not kill you... blah blah... makes you long for cookies. Or something. I mean, I'm not totally well in the head, by my own judgement, but I think I'm safe enough to be on my own. And even if I'm not, shouldn't I be screwing up and finding that out?
Meh. I feel like I'm too old for this. Probably true.