So the other day I was being a good girl and editing some new product shots of shirts when BOOM, my poor computer died. It’s currently at the doctor…there are holes in the hard drive or something technical that I don’t understand. All I know it’s been a while since I’ve done a backup so I hope I don’t lose too much. :S Luckily Michael has a laptap that I can use…but there’s only so much work related stuff I can do on it. Fingers crossed my baby gets fixed soon!
Anyway, figured I’d use this downtime to introduce you to the 2 furry employees of Sick On Sin – Soya Sauce and Miso. Those names will be familiar to those of you who read Orneryboy.
We adopted Soya Sauce (aka Sauce) 5.5 years ago. He had been at the Humane Society for a year. Poor kitty! He was described as very vocal and cranky, however whenever we went to see him he was quiet and well-behaved. Surprise surprise, it was all an act – he is sooooo vocal. He cries and bitches constantly! Most of the time he’s trying to get Michael’s attention, who he’s obsessed with. His other fave things include: carbs (esp pitas), chasing string, rolling around in dollar bills, sleeping in the sun, and having his chin scratched. His special skills include: opening cabinet doors (usually when he wants to spite us), cleaning up Miso’s barf, and organizing the papers on my desk by pushing them all to the floor.
We adopted Miso on Feb 14 2004. We had been talking about grey kitties and happened to stop by the Humane Society and there he was. He had been hit by a car and had suffered head trauma and had one of his top canine teeth broke off. He was still one of the prettiest cats I’d ever seen. Miso is super kooky…when he’s not off sleeping, he is running around with SUCH beans. He’s also very dog-like in the way he plays. His fave things include sitting in boxes, watching my newts, sleeping on the windowsills, and practicing stealth attacks on unsuspecting toy mice. His special skills include: vomiting (often of the projectile variety), beating Sauce in their wrestling matches, and his unrelentless desire to get up into the rafters in the laundry room so he can go exploring in the basement ceiling (which happened once – not fun).