Hello 
I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.
Otherwise, feel free to close this box and explore...
Exit Strategy
It's rubbish quality, and I mumble a lot. But hey.
We Are Confused
Aren't you supposed to rub butter on their paws, or something?
I think it works by making their world so surreal ("my human is putting butter on me!!") that their confusion meter trips out and resets to zero.
Or perhaps it works by picking up lots of extra smells for them, which they then rub all over themselves ? I like the confusion theory though. Also, they like butter esp the salty kind.
Anyhow, OMG you have a voice! It's a) not what I was expecting (although I'm not sure what I was expecting) and b) Damn sexy. What a lucky Lady to get that at the end of a Skype session!
And more vids please, so very entertaining. Good luck with the move 
I have to say, that that was one of the most horrible journeys I've ever done to Leeds. I thought it was going to be all fun for them — "Look! This is where Mummy goes every day when she leaves us!" — but it really stressed them out.
Biscuit was OK(ish) — she just fell asleep and meowed occasionally. But it really freaked Tish out.
At one point, he was hyperventilating in his carrier (after having pooed and weed on his new cushion — sorry Jon & Claire), so I stopped to try and comfort him.
The only thing that seemed to work was to let him out and curl up on the pillows on the passenger seat. Which probably wasn't totally legal to do, but it calmed him down a lot to be sat next to me.
They're both hiding under the bed at the moment, occasionally taking little expeditions out to check out the place — but never too far from the bed.
I feel this is going to be a long process of accustomisation for them — they have, after all, only ever lived in one house their entire lives. It's going to take a while for them to call this place "home"
@Charlee — you've heard my voice before, no? I've done about three or four things where I haven't typed, I'm sure.
It's going to take a while for them to call this place "home"
But I'm guessing that having them around, plus all your stuff, will speed up the process for you
Oh yes; bloody lazy-arsed magic elves! 
It took ours about a couple of days to get used to the new place. The most timid — Cousin — was the one who surprised us by being the most adventurous! (She's called Cousin because we thought was a cousin to one of the other girls... She isn't, but the name stuck!)
Give 'em some catnip. They'll be no less confused, but they'll be stoned and confused. :-O (A feline Led Zep song? Sorry...)
Carolyn Ann
Congratulations on the move — and good luck and have fun with the new relationship
Oh yes... Definitely a sexy voice!
I've got my cat used to travelling (she comes with me pretty much everywhere... I really should get her an airmiles card!) When I'm someplace where she doesn't feel comfortable, I just throw things around which she's used to. She has a blanket and a little pillow that I always bring along when we're travellig and as long as she has those to go to, she seems to sette well enough.
Good luck with the move! I hope the little monsters settle in quickly!
Em
was anyone else thinking of webcameron?
Erm, I think you've done stuff before, but my browser never let me play it, so no, not heard your voice before :s
Ah that sigh (about 7secs in). How I know that sigh! Its the "Oh shit; there's tonnes of stuff to do and I'm not sure where to start, 'cos I don't really feel like facing it at the moment thanks very much; and maybe if I have a fag and a cuppa and bugger about on the interweb for a couple of hours, magic elves will sort it all out for me ™" sigh.
Well they won't. So smoke your fag, drink your brew, get off your arse and get on with it!
As for me — well I'm going to have a fag and a brew, and bugger about on the interweb for a couple of hours and maybe, just maybe, magic elves will do the stack of dishes that are in the sink.