BOOYAH!!! Success

And man, is HE Pissed.

I tried the headband brush routine one more time. He was immediately successful, and uberproud. Right up until I booted his ass off the windowsill and back out the door.

Side note: I was up until well past 5 am getting my deathknight the rest of the way from early lvl 62 to lvl 65 in one day! So. I was tired. And REALLY Not Up For his shenanigans.

I grabbed the extension cord and tied one end around the door knob, and the other around my bed frame. He whimpered piteously, so on with the fan. And I unplugged the phone in case anybody was kind enough to pick up where he left off.

Four blissful hours of sleep later and et voila, here I am. Well, you know - except the part where I almost soiled myself trying to escape from my bedroom in time to use the facilities.

And there he is. Sulking on the windowsill.

Evil Cat Must Be Stopped

He can open any door, and frequently does. If they latched properly then he couldn't - and that would be the end of my story.

However, once he is in my room, he starts a fight with the window blinds. He wants to looks out. I sleep naked. Not an option, I think.

SO: I FINALLY thought of a solution! The french door handle will have a headband wrapped around it from the outside, and brought to the inside. From there it shall be twisted until tight, and the other end secured around my hairbrush handle, which will then be horizontal across the inner door. TADA!!!

And the fan'll be on. So when he has his 'let me in' fight with the door, I shall remain comatose.

The little shit. I shall teach him who is REALLY in charge here.

Sylvia Plath's son commits sucide in Alaska

And my first reaction was of course. That is where one would go. "Yeah, just couldn't get isolated enough so here I am! May as well die now."

Oh, ~chortle~

Showed my daughter a picture of ... well, to protect the not-so-innocent, I'll just call him Dim. Dim and Hideous. I showed Tiara a picture of Hideous. She thought Hideous looked like Dim's first wife. Yes, Dim is a serial monogamist. He can't spell it. Doesn't know what it means. But that's what he is.

Anyway, so I showed her Hideous' pic. And said I don't know about looking like his ex but she sure is ugly! And doesn't she know cameras mean cheese?

Tiara said "Apparently she ate the cheese!"

..... *wipes away mirth tears* Oh god. My sides.

And so it was ....

It was polled over at the Isle that I should start a blog. You know. Rather than drag on ad nauseum about my life *as apparently the poll starter didn't give a shit and felt others probably felt the same*. So, here I am.

I'd apparently started this blogger corner back in January of '08 before my life got blown up later that same year. Everything has changed since then.

For the better.