I really should NOT be here, fooling around, but when one has been studying social psychology for most of the morning, I guess one can take a break. Even if that break started about 1 hour ago, and should have ended half an hour ago. But this is my last diverson, I swear!
When I get bored doing my homework, I don't look to do productive things. No way. That would just be way to overly productive. Heck, I've got dishes piled sky high in the kitchen (both clean and dirty!), clothes in the dryer from last night that need to be folded, kitty litter that stinks to high heaven and really should be changed now, disarray and clutter spread all through this apartment, and here I am, really doing nothing. In fact I've spent the past 15 minutes taking pictures of my cat, and playing with her. I was trying to capture these unimpressed and disgusted looks that she gets on her face constantly. I truely believe this cat is a happy cat, but you wouldn't know it to look at her. For instance, take a gander at them eyeballs staring you down in the picture at the top. To me they say "Step no closer human, lest I unleash my pointy teeth and even pointy-er claw". Look hard. These are the eyes that tend to wake me up every morning. Scary. Now, how about this next shot...
WOAH! She just finished beating up her catnip bunny, during this shot. Hence the psycho-ess-ness that she portrays here.
Ok, I take another look at both these photos, and they perhaps don't quite get across the emotions that this cat tends to display on a regular basis. I guess this may be one of those, 'if you knew this cat in real life, you'd understand exactly what I'm talking about!" cases. As well, her craziness tends to get her in trouble. In fact, she spent one of her nine lives about midnight last night. She likes to tickle people's toes with her claws, as they are lying in bed asleep. I was woken up by thrashing and cursing last night as my fiancee ripped the covers back, leaped out of bed and went chasing the cat through the house in furious madness. Um, she also might have got a pillow to the noggen at the same time. She's just lucky that she didn't get a foot to posterior as well, which is what I'm sure he really wanted to do. Sigh. The cat just doesn't get it. This isn't the first time that this has happened.
OK, back to sociology styled psychology...or psychology styled sociology....or maybe I'll just call it something I wish I had done yesterday....
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