  Ok now, I'm not getting slack on keeping up with Bloggerland. It is simply that nothing has happened the last week or so, at least nothing overmuch in my immediate vicinity. Rest assured, if Stuff were happening, I'd be posting a few times a day at least. Such is not the case, although last night was definitely in my books for being altogether odd. First oddity was that i babysat for Herr Landlord and Lady. First of all, Herr in this couple makes me freakishly uncomfortable; i'm talking Lana's kryptonite necklace around Clark in highschool.
The man would come close to making me physically sick with unease. To this we add a Creepy Situation; where around midnight, i had my face chatted of by Herr, who was invading my personal space and being Intense. In the dark. While I was wearing pjs. When i escaped, i went to the apratment below us, where the 24 party people live now, but was then occupied by two gentle baker girls. The baker girls told me their own harrowing tales of Herr's creepiness, and i avoided him for about a year.
Anyways, sat on their babies i did, and i got along with the Landlords famously. I think Herr still has the ability to make me vomit from uncomfort, but last night they moved to the People I Like and Care About catergory. Driving home a few hours later, i was flagged down by a young couple. The female of this couple looked like a friend i hadn't seen in years, and the male of the couple looked just as familiar. I was flagged down because of a poor shoe choice, and the three of us chatted pleasantly all the way up the hill. We decided that meeting one another and looking familiar to one another was too interesting to merely shrug about, so we decided that we'd extend our aquaintence.
I dropped them off, came home, and decided to call the number i was given by the couple at once. The person on the other end of the line and i became fast friends. There are tentative plans to meet in person. So, three friends in twenty minutes. Not bad at all for a social recluse. I may have to sell Phoebe to the gypsies.
We've had her for roughly a year now, and it's been fairly recent since she began acting like a cat, and thusly becoming the bane of my existance. She's into things. She tears around the apartment chasing after something only she can see, and when we're cosy in our room, which is the only heated room in the winter, she demands to be let loose to run wildly about. She stands on her hind legs, and makes heroic attempts to reach the doorknob. When if becomes clear to her that she won't be growing any more, she lies down and scratches, and meows to be let out. And, she doesn't give up.
I let her out, crawl back into bed, and just as i'm drifting off again the same demandingness happens on the other side of the door. She does NOT give up. Upon opening the door, she scurries back in, and cuddles up to Kurt's feet, satisfied she's rid the apartment of haunts for that night. This happens about four times a night. I can deal. However, in the last week and a bit, something has altered in her habits.
The noise on the other side of the door happens. I open the door. She sits down, and begins licking herself. I bend to scoop her up, and she runs off to hide under furniture. I don't typically chase her. I'll close the door, and she'll start again, as soon as i'm back in bed and comfortable.
It doesn't help my mood that the rest of the place is pretty damn cold, and my sense of balance has deteriorated. Fricken cat. She's also added another weirdness to herself, around 11pm, in the midst of her exising demons, she'll jump into the tub, and growl, for about 5-9 minutes a session. I know the phrase 'weird cat' is redundant, but man, she's a weird cat. 
