Ah, Horace, I Know Him...More Than I'd Like.

Yesterday was a fairly uneventful day. Ryan and I slept in, lazed about the house, went grocery shopping, made dinner, played WoW. La de dah.

Today, I have the house allll to myself until Ryan gets home at 1:30. We both got up at 7--he had work at 8, and I wanted to help him by scraping ice off his car, although there wasn't any to clean off. Then I finished off Watership Down by 10:30, made myself a breakfast of leftovers, checked my feed, and...here I am.

It snowed yesterday! And it's still around today. Not nearly as bad as I was expecting my next Indiana snowfall to be (did I mention that weather here means it?), but it's still plenty cold. At least the roads aren't bad (*knocks on wood*).

So, as I said, house all to myself...except for the cat. >.< Horace isn't a bad cat per se, but dang he can be an annoying little shit. Meows constantly, even when he's had food and water and attention. Insists on curling up behind my desk chair without realizing that I'm bound to roll over his tail or even his legs one of these days. Attacks anything hanging from a wall or table such as purse straps, apron strings, robe ties, etc. Likes to wait around corners and leap out, splayed and ready to take out your leg. Ergh.

I could handle it all if he was maybe more affectionate. And he can be with Sameh or Ryan--and if BJ's co-worker Ali comes over Horace turns into a complete slut--but he doesn't seem to like me at all. Not in an aggressive way, just a shunning way. He'll curl up on anyone else but me, and seems to not like it when I try to pick him up and pet him, and I swear he attacks my legs more often than anyone else. I just don't get this cat!

Currently, he is under Ryan's desk, eating at crumbs and things Ryan has dropped from past snacks. Soon he'll no doubt curl up on the bed, or behind my chair. Sigh.