Our cat. Jumped out. The window.
No, I mean really. We're three stories up. We're pulling into a parking space in the car park behind the block of flats (and the Budgens) and there's a very familiar overcute grey furball sitting at the top of the space. Our moron of a kitten got out the window and managed not to hurt herself. Fine, it's only one story down to a flat roof, from there onto a glass overhang and from there
only a couple of feet to a high wall, so she could have taken it in stages but...OUR CAT JUMPED OUT THE GODDAMN WINDOW!
We the proud pet owners are a little confused. Between the escapology, the yowling, the 'territory marking' and the complete inability to deal with being in the house for more than three seconds running, Yuki's acting for all the world like she's on heat. But that can't be right because ... well, neutered. Well, we assume neutered. We did take her to the vet to get
neutered, and she came back with stitches and everything. We're starting to wonder whether the vet made a mistake ... or screwed us over. In the meantime, we're taking countermeasures. The windows in rooms she has access to are remaining closed. We'll have to take her for walks or something but sweet Jesus, the whole point of owning a cat is not having to deal with this kind of maintenance. I feel like a very bad pet owner. I know the flat is small, but I've had cats in flats that size before. They never got like this
. It all just bites.
Finally managed to get to sleep at 1:30 in the morning. Am now monumentally tired. Game was worth it, though. Big amusements of the event were:Simson's character:
Sir Oswald is a Knight of Elaine. Sidhe-blooded, obviously has some glamour ... and is deeply, deeply stupid. Quintessential hero, he will go to the rescue of a damsel in distress despite the fact that people are pointing guns at him and will shoot him if he moves -- good thing he has
the glamour, because in today's case it meant that he could get away with it. (Of course, not very useful when he's with another person who will also
get shot if he moves, but the glamour thankfully distracted them enough so that I could pull guns of my own when they'd fired theirs empty.) Other bizarre thing about Sir Oswald is that he refuses to accept that my character's a Jenny. It came up in conversation a couple of times and when I finally owned up to it (it's kind of nice, being referred to as Lady Alison), the following conversation took place:Oswald:
Oh, that's a little harsh, Lady Alison. I mean, a free-spirited lady, you may have gone a bit astray...Alison:
Actually, fully-paid-up member of the Guild.Oswald:
Ah, so you're a patron
. I'm sure it's a laudable investment...
I gave up. This guy's not going to believe I'm anything but a Lady until he actually sees me shag some guy for money.Toos' character:
Pietro. Oh, Pietro got it in the neck. We were talking about the best way to cause a distraction and get the people barricaded in the house we were keeping watch on out in the open, and the idea of setting light to it and driving the people out came up. There was some resistance to this idea because people might get caught inside -- we didn't care if the guys we were after burned but you know, servants and things. Pietro basically said, "Who cares? They're only peasants." In earshot of our Ussuran peasant who already doesn't like him. Said peasant hit him -- laid him out, broke his nose. My character hadn't heard this so did the solicitous 'girlfriend' bit until she asked him (when he finally came to) why Pyotyr had hit him. He told her the truth. She's also not exactly nobility and took it very much amiss; kicked him in the nuts. Eventually, her extreme rancour made him apologise. Just for the spectators who haven't been playing this for months -- this is an event
. Pietro Villanova does not
apologise. He sure as hell doesn't instigate
apologies; he'll grumble if he's forced to apologise but he does have to be forced. For the word 'sorry' to come out of his mouth without someone directly ordering him to say it is ... miraculous.
Additionally, he admitted he was jealous of the eye-making between Alison and Sir Oswald. Apparently, if you get him drunk enough he will use the L-word. Again, something you do not get Pietro Villanova doing
. Nice for Alison; not so nice for Pietro, mostly because his Strega wife, Strega daughter and Strega former flame are guests at this dinner party thing we're all having to go to. Don't know so much about the former flame (Fiora might at least pretend not to be bothered because she does profess to hate Pietro with an almighty passion) but the wife is going to take one look at the Cups strand between her husband and this Jenny and... Well, actually, this might not be so nice for Alison either.Mark's character:
"Banana fish upstairs." I think that's all I need to say.
Suddenly occurs to me. I'm going to have to redo this Who's Who icon. The 'Markswoman' is now a Knight, cholten99
seems set to retire his 'Sorceress' for a soldier, the 'Priest' is now ... well, decidely not and the 'Swordswoman' may also be retiring at the end of this Vodacce nightmare in favour of yet another Avalonian man. Oh well, it'll serve for now -- it's about half-right anyway.