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Trio Infernal -- the saga continues
May. 7th, 2011 02:37 pmLola was allowed to stay out of prison for the night, and it went well (I think -- I didn't hear anything, and everybody was still in one piece when they woke me up).
They woke me up at 5 a.m., the furry bastards, after ony 5,5 hrs of sleep. Lola was being her customary, exuberant matutinal self and obviously trying ze boyz' patience, so there was hissing and growling. Breakfast calmed things down a bit. Lola and Cornelius had breakfast together, which is nothing short of a breakthrough.
Afterwards she continued to be a royal pain in the neck, and at 6 I decided we'd had enough and locked her into her room for one hour. She didn't even yowl very much, so I guess everybody was happy with the break. When I let her out again at 7, things were a lot more relaxed and peaceful.
She had to go to her room again when I left for tennis.
I had intended to play for 2 hrs but had to break it off after one, because I was so tired that I couldn't see the ball anymore, and besides I was afraid my legs would just give in. So I made my apologies to Elena -- paid for both hours of course -- and went home. Wildly determined to sleep, never mind if the three mutilated each other in the meantime, I had a wonderfully cold beer and curled up on the couch.
Miracle of miracles: Cornelius went to sleep in his favourite armchair -- which, incidentally, is also Lola's favourite -- Lucius curled up on my legs, and Lola lay down on the same chair as Cornelius, at maybe 30 cm distance. It's been like that since 12.30.
When they're not doing the hissing-and-chasing thing, Lola and Lucius already touch noses when they pass each other.
Not only am I hardly able to believe my luck, I'm also very, very happy with how things are going. Not so happy with the abridged tennis lesson today, but I think it's better to acknowledge the fact that you're tired and unable to go on without increasing the risk of having an accident. And I did have a stressful week with only about 5 or 6 hrs sleep per night, which isn't enough for me, and I had to take a painkiler almost every day for my headache. So it's not really surprising that the body demanded a much-needed time-out.
In other news -- and I hope I'm not jinxing it by writing it down -- the muse seems to have grown tired of her extended vacation, or maybe Lola is particularly attractive to recalcitrant muses. I'm writing and enjoying it. Just as I'd intended, I went through the exchange prompts and found three I liked. They'll be hybridized and slightly bastardized, but since I'm doing something for the community, it doesn't really matter. I hope it's going to last, because I'm having fun. Forced domesticity does have its perks, after all. Hail the trio infernal.
I did take pictures, but my laptop doesn't like the camera, so I'll have to upload them at work.
Now a bit of writing and a sandwich, and then I'm going to be a good fangirl and watch the Federer/Nadal semifinal (Madrid), even though I know Federer is going to lose again. He lost against Nadal twice in a row, and I can't even begin to imagine the mental strain he must be under today. Plus, they're playing on clay, and that's not really Federer's best surface. Combine the two and I already admire him for facing the situation at all. Still, I get to ogle him :-)))
They woke me up at 5 a.m., the furry bastards, after ony 5,5 hrs of sleep. Lola was being her customary, exuberant matutinal self and obviously trying ze boyz' patience, so there was hissing and growling. Breakfast calmed things down a bit. Lola and Cornelius had breakfast together, which is nothing short of a breakthrough.
Afterwards she continued to be a royal pain in the neck, and at 6 I decided we'd had enough and locked her into her room for one hour. She didn't even yowl very much, so I guess everybody was happy with the break. When I let her out again at 7, things were a lot more relaxed and peaceful.
She had to go to her room again when I left for tennis.
I had intended to play for 2 hrs but had to break it off after one, because I was so tired that I couldn't see the ball anymore, and besides I was afraid my legs would just give in. So I made my apologies to Elena -- paid for both hours of course -- and went home. Wildly determined to sleep, never mind if the three mutilated each other in the meantime, I had a wonderfully cold beer and curled up on the couch.
Miracle of miracles: Cornelius went to sleep in his favourite armchair -- which, incidentally, is also Lola's favourite -- Lucius curled up on my legs, and Lola lay down on the same chair as Cornelius, at maybe 30 cm distance. It's been like that since 12.30.
When they're not doing the hissing-and-chasing thing, Lola and Lucius already touch noses when they pass each other.
Not only am I hardly able to believe my luck, I'm also very, very happy with how things are going. Not so happy with the abridged tennis lesson today, but I think it's better to acknowledge the fact that you're tired and unable to go on without increasing the risk of having an accident. And I did have a stressful week with only about 5 or 6 hrs sleep per night, which isn't enough for me, and I had to take a painkiler almost every day for my headache. So it's not really surprising that the body demanded a much-needed time-out.
In other news -- and I hope I'm not jinxing it by writing it down -- the muse seems to have grown tired of her extended vacation, or maybe Lola is particularly attractive to recalcitrant muses. I'm writing and enjoying it. Just as I'd intended, I went through the exchange prompts and found three I liked. They'll be hybridized and slightly bastardized, but since I'm doing something for the community, it doesn't really matter. I hope it's going to last, because I'm having fun. Forced domesticity does have its perks, after all. Hail the trio infernal.
I did take pictures, but my laptop doesn't like the camera, so I'll have to upload them at work.
Now a bit of writing and a sandwich, and then I'm going to be a good fangirl and watch the Federer/Nadal semifinal (Madrid), even though I know Federer is going to lose again. He lost against Nadal twice in a row, and I can't even begin to imagine the mental strain he must be under today. Plus, they're playing on clay, and that's not really Federer's best surface. Combine the two and I already admire him for facing the situation at all. Still, I get to ogle him :-)))
