Pajiba

That...thing is not a cat. It must be some kind of mutant.

Seriously, I've never seen such an ugly feline in my life. Is it some fugly breed I've never heard of that's supposed to have a head that shape? I feel sorry for it.

(b) caused us to spend three days playing "find the smell."

Lord, I hate that game.

Timely! For the past week, every time I walk through a particular place in my condo, I step through a weird, pepperoni/garlic-esque waft. IT'S DRIVING ME NUTTERS.

WTF? I'm one off from a certified neat-freak, so there's no rhyme or reason.

The upside? We're moving house in two weeks, so if the smell still isn't "found", fuck it anyhow. A wee tolken for Mr. New Owner.

twig: It's worse when you have two large and unconcerned-with-cleanliness dogs. We play that game a lot. "Oh, look, a squirrel tail under the sofa . . . WTF? I bet he didn't give that up without a fight."

'bama: I'd love to believe so, but she reads the comments occasionally and teases me about flirting with the Pajibans -- my comment about Alex's blog pic was met with a derisive "harrumph," so I'm pretty sure it's not you . . . but I'll keep an optimistic frame of mind on it.

Ranylt: I'm sure that was in your disclosures: "vague pepperoni/garlic smell; source unknown." Anyway, check under the microwave.

cat videos?!! Are you shitting me?

I never want to see this happen again. EVER.

have you seen this: I have said that Mexico does not stop at its border, that wherever there is a Mexican, there is Mexico. And, for this reason, the government action on behalf of our countrymen is guided by principles, for the defense and protection of their rights - Mexican President Felipe Calderon

socalled: I didn't even have to scroll down to the signature to know that was you.

And you're right: A pound of hamburger abandoned/hidden for five days?! Mrs. S. is a far more forgiving woman than I am.

Lisa: I've seen plenty of Persians--and yes, their faces are pitifully ugly--but I've never seen a non-deformed cat as ugly as Winston.

Louis: Nobody here cares; but I invite you to join the highly intellectual discourse that goes on here on a daily basis. You'll feel right at home.

I just played find the smell as I was reading this. However, it was only a half-eaten banana that I had stolen from the dining hall and then thrown out (way too green) this morning.

My horror story about college things left in garbage cans is probably too disgusting to mention in public places (the internet counts as a public place, right? :P), so I'll just end my comment there.

Awww, I work at Borders. It's actually pretty awesome.

Funny how everyone's find the smell game involved their college roommate. I luckily never had to since I always knew exactly where the smell was coming from. My roommate had a tendency to buy Chinese food and store it in her fridge as leftovers for four days after, about three times every month. The smell would never leave, and every single time she opened her fridge the odor would just about push me out of the room. I was always just glad that she had to use the microwave downstairs, because that much rank in one room? Yeugh.

I think Winston is incredibly cute, but I have a soft spot for Persians. I love their squished in faces and super-fluffiness (most are fluffier than Winston). My Persian, Wallis Fatty-Pants, doesn't have a strange meow, so I'm not sure that is the standard with all of them.

not to quibble too much, but I'm pretty sure Winston is an Exotic... which is exactly the same as a Persian, but without the hair. And I only know that because I got bored at work one day and spent the afternoon perusing the Cat Associations website, looking at all the different breeds.

That said, Winnie sounds eerily like my own cat, only louder. I laughed so hard at that video. Dear god I hope my cat doesn't end up sounding like that when she gets older!

Wonder if "my college roommate" is a stand-in for "me." If somebody flaked out and left something gross sitting out, I'm generally the offender. There - at least I admitted it!

My "Find the Smell" story involves a college dorm, a month long Christmas break, and a snake that decided to drown itself in it's water dish. Seriously, these girls left their ball python at school over winter break (after being assured that the snake would "hibernate" and be fine as long as they fed it right before they left and put a bowl of water out for him) and the snaked drowned it's idiot self in the water dish probably a week after we all left. Our floor was incredibly nasty when we got back. That was an experience when I wish I had that voice activated ice cream dispenser.

As for the sex/housework trade, no way I'm participating in an exchange like that to get my hypothetical future husband to clean up his own damn house. You've got to be shitting me.