Who says cats are graceful? They must have some massive PR budget, because my cats, at least, are decidedly not graceful. Proof lies in the tale I’m about to relate. OK, take a look at this picture. This is an old picture; now there is another bookcase along the wall between the light and dark bookcases. It fits snugly – the corners of the book cases meet, creating a square behind them that is blocked off. Nothing is there, can’t get to it. The plastic containers on top of the bookcase aren’t there any more, but the monkey with the…
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Today, in short bullet points: Tasha has taken off her collar, again. This time, I think she’s hidden it. The cable bill gave me a massive paper cut. Though mortally wounded (see above point) I got the junk paid and the bills shredded. Wait. Reverse that. I still need to pick classes for Spring term. Eeep. I’m dreading getting our writing assignment for Am Lit. That is all. [EDIT: 9:49pm Found it! Tasha’s collar, that is. It was on the bottom shelf of a bookcase in the library. Silly cat. Now I’m going to have some ice cream and watch…
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I don’t want another cat right now. My 18 year old with cancer is, of course, my top priority. I can’t let her be too stressed. To say nothing of the 12 year old diabetic. The kitten is adorable, sweet, and judging from the last couple of days would get along fine with Max and Jake, and as well as could be expected with the oldsters. I don’t want or need another cat. Yet giving that cat back to the “owners” is killing me, and I don’t know if I did right to do it. It turns out that it…