So there I was the other day, minding my own business, when I received the following message on twitter:
Hunh? Who, I wondered, is zoiepalmer’s cat? Well, I did a little research and, as it turns out, zoiepalmer’s cat IS Zoie Palmer’s cat, Cloverblob, who apparently has her own twitter account. Hoping to avoid any potential conflict, I wrote back:
And I left it at that. But upon further reflection, I thought it best to mention the incident to Zoie. I approached her yesterday while she was waiting to shoot her first scene of the day and, unsure as to how best to break it to her, I just blurted out: “I don’t know how to tell you this but I think your cat is harassing me on twitter.” I’m not sure what kind of a response I was expecting. Shock. Sadness. Maybe an apology. Instead, Zoie nodded knowingly, “Oh, yeah”, and made it clear Cloverblob was out of her control. Immediately realizing my mistake, I requested she not mention our conversation to her cat when she got home that night but Zoie gave a shake of her head and informed me: “Oh, she’ll find out somehow.”
I assumed she was kidding but, only an hour later, I received the following tweet:
I, of course, scrambled to do damage control. After all, the only thing worse than an angry cat is a vengeful angry cat:
I didn’t receive any further messages from Cloverblob so I figured the entire incident had been put to rest. And then I received a panicked text message from Zoie. Our correspondence follows:
So Zoie put in a good word for me and, in the end, we got things sorted out. Kind of. This Saturday afternoon, I’ve got a date with Cloverblob to go visit the hippo exhibit at the zoo. I wasn’t prepared for a long term commitment though and Zoie’s last text has me kind of concerned:
Wait. Wait! WHAT?!