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Natalie Not Pedantic

Natalie Not Pedantic
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November 01
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“If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.” Henry Rollins ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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MAY 23, 2009 5:48AM

Conspiracy on OS

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It seems there's a bit of a conspiracy to keep me from posting on OS.

 

First my laptop was taken hostage....

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Thinking that this little terrorist would tire of these games momentarily, I decided to call his bluff and wait him out.

Oh, he tired alright.

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After a tense stand off, Simba agreed to let me post - in return for me allowing him to sleep on my foot. Now I have one cold foot and one warm foot. I need a bigger cat.

 

(Sorry about the poor quality of the photographs - they're webcam shots)

 

 

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oh, sweetheart, i love it. you need to sit down and have a family meeting with Simba. not sure they work as well with cats as they do with dogs. i've never met a kitty that didn't either sit on a keyboard or a textbook or whatever papers one is focusing on. never been able to figure out if they are just ornery or heat-seeking or, as you said, conspiratorial.. love love lvoe and gratitude for your current freedom!!
simba's not a terrorist! my cats, who are American born and bred and vetted by the Department of Homeland Security, will sometimes crawl up on my keyboard too, but it's only because they love me. they express their love by going like this with the keys:

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Heh. My guys do the same thing, except they change my Facebook language setting to Dutch.

Dutch!
This is so funny here in the early morning Natalie.
I am sitting here with a six week old kitten who thinks she I am her momma. She is so tiny I call her 'Wittle dude'
I can't imagine her sitting on the laptop I hold. I sure she would if I let her.

I like the pics. Flip her over on the cold foot. Or stick both under the cat.
rated for laugher when sorely needed here.
Theo, after reading your post I thought a family meeting might be in order. The only problem is, neither my human child nor my feline child want to participate. Simba falls asleep every 2 mins.

Jeff as you know, Simba likes to play with the keys too vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv

Anni, Dutch? I actually had my screen upside down for about an hour the other day until I figured out what I had done to mess it up. I managed that all on my own, though.
Mission, thanks for commenting. You should take some pics of that kitten!

Simba is too small to cover both my feet so I'm alternating them. He doesnt even stir when I slide him onto the other foot.
just wait until he learns the print command...
normally, I ignore conspiracy theories...but I too have cats, so I know that they use their telepathic powers for evil.
Natalie,

My very spoiled Bianca loves the printer and will race around it trying to find out where the noise is coming from. She rarely tries to get on the computer. My lap is much warmer. Makes it hard reach the computer, though. Aren't kittens adorable when they sleep?
Hello Simba! I am very sorry for the lovely Natalie B. that she will miss you when I come over and kittennap you for my very own! See you soon!
Cats just love to be where you are, don't they. If you read a newspaper, that's suddenly the best bed in the world. Adorable.
I would bet he knows more about a computer than I do. Smart cat, Good post.
I love that Simba! We must see him as much as possible. I don't want to miss a moment of his growing up. What a doll. Falling asleep on the keyboard... he didn't want to miss a thing! I remember my cat used to sit on the newspaper while I tried to read it (remember newspapers?) and I would amuse myself by ignoring her and turning each page, burying her in the real estate section. She didn't move, and equally ignored me. A stand-off. After I finished I would walk away a little and watch the pile. After about 2 minutes, she would realize I had moved on and she would crawl out from under the pages looking for me. When she saw me watching, she'd sit down slowly, her long tail still hidden under the pages, and look away. "Oh you are so, so funny," I imagined her thinking.
btw - just noticed your banner (has it always been thus?). I LOVE Bette Page. I have magnets of her all over my fridge. My bf used to love her too and always wanted me to cut my bangs like that but only she could get away with that weird, too short style. (sorry - off topic!)
My little terrorist (see here) came into the exercise room one morning and crawled onto my belly and promptly fell asleep. What was I supposed to do then? Wake him and deal with a known terrorist with a bad temper from not sleeping? I let him sleep until he made me so hot that I had to evict him. He went off in a huff and crapped on the rug in the great room... But he is so damn cute. If it weren't for that I'd have had him for dinner by now.
Oh, my wife, when she graduated thanked the cat (Phydeaux) for her incredible assistance in her educational goals. She would come into her study and fall asleep on the books she was trying to read. She was a damn good cat and I miss her. She ruled the house with an iron paw. MY wife ended up keeping one of her kittens. The one that Phydeaux couldn't stand. She would box his ears on a fairly regular basis. The looks she would shoot at her son were priceless...
Seems Simba was on to something. ;-)
Oh, little Simba kills me... hey: you need a bigger cat, or you need two cats, one for each foot, hehe... I love Simba, it´s the first Australian cat I´ve met online!
Kisses.
Offer him food. Trust me. Just trust me. Food, preferably in the form of tuna should do the trick.
that is the cutest kitty (i am typing around one of my own right now, hence, no capital letters because he makes it impossible for me to use the shift key).
How cute! The title automatically grabbed me. I am a conspiracy addict, and will add this one to my list. KatZ iZ aftEr Us.
eh, someone say conspiracy?
Simba's tuckered out from blogging.
The crazy cute kitteh!

peece, dj
Natalie,
I wish you would have a serious talke with that damn cat,
cuz i am getting a little bit impatient for a natalie b post
that doesnt have to do with that damn big fat . My cat is very small and black and really stays out of my way mostly
unless you count the tiems she grabbs my pen
outta my hand when im writing letters
to the editor of the real salon magazine,

complaining that there isnt enough camille paaglia on it
or maybe get that italina bigmouth
to maybe join os

and take on the real people unless
she is scared...bawk bawk.


The word s of the poet Roomey are best remembered now:

"the dakini goes at midnight unless
the followers of jeez-ass are gonna come
to some agreement on
the very wrong that
showed the faun

she was never a princess
unless she ate the apple
from mr snapple

and trusted him to bring the day
the other way
into the hay...

to say hey! and sleep the sleep
of ladies deep
in the well of forgetfullness..."


"Come alive" jim m. "the end...." jim m.


dylan: "queen jane approximately" on hiway 61


the song of songs in the damn bible.....

jim. xo
@ DCV; at the risk of sounding all self-promoting and stuff, i made that bettie page banner for natalie a couple weeks ago. i ain't no rictresa by any means, but i thought it came out pretty well.
This very morning I was in the middle of composing a long-ish comment on a serious topic when my cat Lily decided to post it. Mid-sentence of course. She walked across the keyboard and hit the return key dead on. I am pretty sure she has been practicing.
Natalie,
Cant you get people to stop taliking about their goshdamn cats? i have had it up to here (my neck is what
i am pointing to) with cats

I happen to have the best and beautifullest and smartest cat ever,
but that isnt what this comment is about. its about cats in general.
and how i am tired of hearing
about them all the time.

I wish people would talk about important things
like: the stock market, and the situation in
russia, and the situation in china

instead of cats. cats, cats, cats. and puppies! well, i dont mind
about puppies so much. i happen to
like puppies,

with chocolate sauce & gravey. ha!

gotcha. i dont eat puppies. jim
I hope Irritated Ma doesn't see this. She blames everything on those darn cats!!!! Maybe she's onto something? ;-)
Pardon me for using your post to congratulate Nanatehay on your fantastic banner. You both have excellent taste. Hi Simba! Are you reading this, you little fluff-ball?
Thanks for the smile!
I have a cat sidled up on me even as I type . . . they are a dangerous breed . . .
ahhhh cute kitty!!! :)
These are such wonderful pictures. I envy you your loving foot warmer so much!
I always have a 90 pound dog on my feet as I type. I'm glad he doesn't crawl up on my lap or on the desk.
My old boss had the wonderful combination of a Siamese cat and a very long glass desk. Foofur would climb up on the desk, tip over the cup of pens and pencils and then--one at a time--send them sliding across the desktop and rocketing into the wall. He would casually flick an entire cup of about twenty pens and then paw the pen out of your hand so that he could send that one flying as well.