Bye, bye lil’ Moroni

Miss you like sad maaaacoroni. It’s hard to rhyme sensibly with Moroni.

I’ve cat-sat before, for longer. Maybe it’s cause Cleo and Tessa had each other to hang out with, maybe it’s because I wasn’t working from home back then, but I grew much more attached to Moroni than I thought I would. At first he was noisy and confusing – simultaneously meowing like crazy, purring, and not letting me come close. But now he’s my bro. So today was a bittersweet kind of day. I made sure to do a couple hours of work in a recliner so he could chill on my lap. Then I had to pack everything up and deceitfully call him over for scritches so I could put him in his crate for transport. The moment I sat down in front of it he knew what was coming and tried as hard as he could to escape my grip.

On the road, I knew I wasn’t taking him to quite as nice a place as he’d been enjoying for the last month. And yeah, his new living quarters are, in their entirety, smaller than my master bedroom. I hope his owner sets up a nice perch for him so he can watch out the window.

*sniff*

Thanks to some lovely weather in Oregon I now know what Anakin was on about when he said he doesn’t like sand because it’s coarse, irritating, and gets everywhere. Last week I got back from a really fun trip to go hang with Mattie for a weekend. There happened to be a major weather system making landfall all along the coast from Oregon to Washington while I was there. Up here in Seattle it caused various power outages, but down in Oregon it was just hecka windy. Like, it felt like we were walking around on Arrakis (erryone go see Dune it’s awesome).

Mattie left me to my own devices my first night so I went to a jazz club.

The pics don’t do the wind justice. Here’s a few videos that really highlight how crazy it was. And here’s the rest of the album.

Other highlights included seeing Dune, street tacos, visiting the curio shop, almost getting hit by a train (not really though, see album videos), and chillaxing in Mattie’s apartment listening to some French artist on a record player.

Moroni had a quirk where if he was happy he’d start kneading his paws. That in and of itself isn’t weird for a cat, but he’d do it even if he was lying sideways, just kneading the air. I’d had a neighbor feeding Moroni twice a day while I was gone. The night I got back, Moroni was antsy and making a noise I hadn’t heard before. I finally got him in my lap and he cuddled right up, smiling, purring, and kneading the air for like five solid minutes. D’aw.

The next day I and 16 others went out to see Dune in IMAX. I didn’t let on to anyone that I’d already seen it with Mattie – both plans kind of developed at the same time. I feel bad though. I ended up sitting in the middle of the row, left for some reason, came back, and someone else had accidentally taken my seat. I didn’t mind in the least and sat over towards the edge. Yesterday I heard that she still felt really bad about it, so I messaged her to reassure her that the movie was just fine by me.

Except for this one thing, where I ended up sitting next to a friend who I thought was cool but turns out he’s one of the noisiest moviegoers I’ve ever heard. Like the audio will go eerily quiet and the mood is immense, and then you have this guy fishing through crinkly wrapping for a gummy worm or slurping down a drink or munching on popcorn or giving commentary. I figure he’s gotta run out of food eventually, and he does, and then he goes out for more. Dude, open the friggin’ candy outside and put it in a cup. One of the biggest reasons you’re here in IMAX in the first place is for the sound, pay some respect gorammit.

Anyways, aside from that it was major fun.