NO KITTENS WTF???

THERE IS A CONSPICUOUS LACK OF KITTENS IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW
AND IT PISSES ME RIGHT THE FUCK OFF

So last night when I was working late, "kittens marie" (as she is entered in my phone) called me, and we agreed that I should pick up the kittens from her daughter, "kittens clara," at her house in S. Pasadena at 11 this morning. I was, naturally, ecstatic. Last night I cleaned up everything that was littering the floor of my room (okay, so most of it ended up in boxes-in-my-closet or heaped on my desk, but my floor is clear) and I set up the food and water bowls and the litterbox, and I swept the floor in my bathroom and bedroom this morning, all in preparation for the kittens' arrival.

Today, I drive out to the house, arriving just about on time, and I go to the door (they have French doors at the front of the house which would freak me out -- having French doors looking into the backyard at my parents' made me uneasy enough) and... the house looks empty. No-one stirring, no lights, no sound, no visible evidence of kittens, even. I ring the doorbell but it doesn't seem to be working, so I knock, as well.

No answer.

I ring again, in case, and knock some more. I call Clara -- her phone goes straight to voicemail, so I leave an awkward message, "hi, i got this number from flatmate, it's 11 and i'm standing outside your house wondering if i can pick up my kittens," kind of thing. I call Marie as well and her phone at least rings for a bit, but it goes to voicemail, too, so I leave another message: "hi, it's a bit after 11 and i'm at the house to pick up the kittens but it seems like no-one's here... i'll knock a few more times i guess..." And I leave my number, hoping that one of them will call me before I go home.

I stayed there, knocking, for twenty minutes with no response. Nothing! Eventually, I had to give up, because there were no signs from inside the house that anyone was there, human or feline. I drove back to my apartment in a snit, constantly checking my phone to make sure neither of them called, even though it never rang.

Okay, so I've known that Marie is Bad At The Phone -- rounds of phone tag with her often stretch out over a week or more. But I'm pretty sure she wants the kittens off her hands as much as I want them in mine, and her daughter seemed to have her shit together. SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I WANT MY KITTENS.

my "she's on lj and she has a cat" tag is a grievous misnomer

addendum: sundries

- Flatmate fails at dishwasher. How is that even possible? But she doesn't load things efficiently or even in such a way that the spray reaches them to clean them (you can't face the plates away from the center! you can't nest tupperware inside of other tupperware! you can't stack things on top of other things! you can't put cups and bowls upright! tupperware lids go on the top rack!), and she puts things in without rinsing them and then the dishwasher SMELLS LIKE DEATH. This morning I opened it to get a mug -- Flatmate ran it just last night -- and there were food bits in the depression on top (bottom?) of one of the upside-down mugs, and food bits stuck to the door of the dishwasher, what? and it smelled bad and a tupperware lid had fallen under the rack and maybe stopped the spinny thing from moving? WTF. I DON'T EVEN KNOW.

- SWEEPING SUCKS. WE HAVE NO VACUUM*. ROOMBA: WANT. srsly at this point i am willing to buy one with my own damn money for full fuckin price.

*well i mean we have a dirt devil that i stole from my folks but get real, you can't dirt-devil an entire 11' x 11' room, guys, that is too much for a dirt devil to handle.

sundries

1. KITTEN UPDATE: apparently Clara was asleep after working a night shift? and her phone charger is MIA so her phone was off? and she had her mom's phone but it didn't wake her up and then she didn't want to mess with her mom's messages? SO. I will meet Marie at Clara's house on Thursday morning. At 8 am. In Pasadena. Shit, I'm gonna have to leave at, like, 7. Or earlier. Shiiiiiiiiiit.

2. I cannot roll my eyes hard enough:
Flatmate: Swimming is haaaaaaard. I kept breathing in water (she was apparently not turning her head far enough? i gather from what she's said that she has v. poor form). And it seems like you cover distance so much slower. At least by the end of it I was only stopping three times in a length!
Full disclosure: I have swum in that pool. It is olympic-length, which makes sense, since this is a university, which, yes, it's far. Half a football field far. But you'd have to be in pretty terrible shape to need to stop three times in 50 meters.

3. In the category of Things Which Are Not Funny (or, Unfunny Things): Calling "FREEBIRD!" through the door, request-style, while your housemate is practising technical orchestral excerpts. NOT COOL, YO.

4. bassoon stuff: because if I tell the internet about it then I will be more motivated!
Today: Pulcinella, some Tchaik 6, a little bit of Berlioz, and checking tempi in Beethoven.
Tomorrow: REEDMAKING, Scheherazade, Mozart.
AND @ WORK!! Check accidentals in Pulcinella part against score. Because, G SHARP OR NOT G SHARP, THAT IS THE QUESTION.
Note To Self: DON'T FORGET -- cross-crawl, juggle.

5. The latest instalment of Unsent Letters To My Housemate: Dear Flatmate, I appreciate the invitations, but I don't want to go to the beach with you. I don't want to go to a café with you. I don't want to swim laps with you. I don't want to watch lowbrow television with you. I don't want to listen to you talk about how you're going to try strength training instead of cardio, or how you are bad at swimming, or how your boyfriend is making you gain weight, or how women/x ethnicity/y sexuality are represented in z media of your choice, or how much shit you are full of in re: the environment, your current or future lifestyle, how you will raise your children, food, the medical profession (seriously stfu that's my dad you're making unflattering, unfounded generalisations about and i don't appreciate it), politics, exercising. Just, no.

NB: My computer's dictionary knows more words that LJ's, which appears to be confused by UK spelling. Then again, I'm not sure why my computer is set to UK spelling.