Snuggle-Buddy?

So after yesterday's crash—what was it, 2000 when I went to bed…?!—I slept through the alarm that didn't ring (for whatever reason it had gotten turned off, I swear it wasn't me!) and didn't get out of bed until 0730. Wow.
I did get out of bed with no voice today, and by the time I went to work, it had started to disappear again. Now, it hurts to say anything. Lovely.

I'm listening to the cat—my baby!—outside the door, wanting to get into my room and cuddle. I would be soooo happy to let him in, if he would only cuddle. Instead, he snuggles for while, and then buggers off to presumably poop all over my rug, the other bed, laundry, curtains…accompanied by urine. I will have to get rid of my rug—which will actually make upkeep tider—and make sure I get on my laundry. Which is so not stacked up weeks-worth.

At all.

Hee.

What's not waiting to be done in your house…?

Crash Course

So I haven't made a post in a few days, and there's a few reasons why. 

Thursday: I was up until Friday watching movies from a decade a go that are no longer relevant or mildy 'with it.' I spent most of the time critiquing the 'that would never work' factor. (Then sppent Friday morning watching the sequel. >.< )

Friday: Spend the day working on a loooooong email to a former teacher, asking for advice. Then spent the evening with a staff workshop…and meeting this guy:

His name is Reiki…but more on him later. For now, it's enough to say that I was up until…Saturday, I think, working with him.

Saturday: Day with Reiki, volunteer at school, into town 'the city' (ha!) to take advantage of an awesome sale on loooong inseam pants. Hey-oh-yeah. Then I spent the late-late night talking with a friend…and kind of getting psychoanalysed. Always fun. I went to bed early this morning.

So that brings us to today. And though I love my new Mr. Man…he is in the dog house (ewww, stinky!) because he keeps chewing me, my clothes, old kleenexes and these:

Add that to kitten-peeing and the like…I am not pleased. Those were my last remnants of any sort of portable music device—my dear green iPod went through the wash this summer. RIP.

Well then. 

I've attempted to create a chew/claw/chase toy out of some bright neon pink rope I had floating about…he's not interested. Maybe I should sleep with it tonight, so it'll smell like me instead of tealight smoke. He seems to like biting Mahara-scented items. Mainly, my skin. Joy.

Well? Any other baby problems? Any tips? Major don'ts? I need to know—most of the babies I deal with, I can change their diaper and put them to sleep. Then again, I can't pick them up by the scruff of their necks….