Last of the day. I promise.

[captainsblog]

In the span of less than half an hour:

* Eleanor set aside a freshly-cooked batch of pablano peppers which she found too hot for the eggs-and-quesadilla dish she'd made for tonight;

* Zoey, our youngest cat, proceeded to bag one of them before they all got into tupperware and had the whole thing wolfed down by the time I could lay hands on her;

* Emily went to feed everybody, starting with the cats' bowls in the cellar, and by the time she started scooping out Om Noms into Zoey's bowl, she was nowhere to be found;

* I had arrived downstairs by then, to retrieve some dry from the dryer, and speculated it was because Zo wasn't interested after chugging the pepper;

* Emily then realized where Zoey was: in the washer. Not in the tub looking up with that standard cute kitteh pose, but in the guts of the thing, having gone over the side of the tub in search of who-knows-what;

* Em then started removing screws from everything in sight on the washer, most of which did nothing to enable access to the workings;

* I finally removed one screw at the water-discharge point, which disengaged a small frame through which the cat eventually exited;

* Emily next discovered that those first two screws she removed? Which hadn't done anything to open the top of the washer? Worked just fine holding up the bracket to which the safety switch was connected. The one which shuts the spinning mechanism when you lift the lid. The bracket for which we heard falling ohhh-sooo-slowwwly to the bottom of the washer's innards. The bracket, without which, the washer would still wash but would not spin or exhale any water;

* I procured a roll of duct tape and covered the safety switch until it was in the permanently engaged position (WARNING: SOON TO BE SEEN ON THERE, I FIXED IT DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME);

* Emily headed back upstairs with the uneaten half-can of food (the three cats split a can and a half every 12 hours, so at nighttime there's always a half-can to refrigerate);

* Zoey then proceeded to chow down on her food while Michelle, the middle-aged cat, chose this very second to throw up her din-din;

* Everything settled down until about five minutes ago, when we heard sounds of glee coming from the kitchen. Emily, understandably, hadn't remembered to refrigerate the half-can, and some four-legged someone had dislodged it from its plastic cover, knocked it to the floor, where our largest/oldest dog and smallest/youngest cat were next to each other, taking turns with an extra snackie for the evening and ensuring that, now, it's the half-can of cat food getting refrigerated every morning.

And so, given all that plus the earlier events of the day, I present your 2010 Car Of The Year:



ETA We recognize our obligation to present spokescats for significant opposing viewpoints. Here now is Zoey:



HEY! STOP WRITING ABOUT ME!

Comments

[ellettra.livejournal.com]

2 things: glad the zo's okay after the pepper and her Journey to the Center of the Washer, and when I was a kid, I really wanted a Gremlin. My mom explained that they stopped making them because they blew up when hit from behind, but I always thought they looked cool.

Oh and a third thing: congrats on shepherding your kid along for 18 years. She seems great!

[headbanger118.livejournal.com]

Well, THAT was an adventure. Zo sounds SO much like our Holly...into everything. Zo, however, looks like our cat Sassy, Emo Cat.

I don't remember the Gremlin, and I think I'm glad.