I guess I should be doing nano instead of watching Chappelle

"Looks like Malcolm X before he converted to Islam."

watching a little vicar of dibley

A song and a cat

For most of my teen years and I think college I kept a diary, and I almost always picked a song of the day. Sometimes meaningful, but often just the song stuck in my head that day. Where did this tradition go? It was excellent!

Song of the Day: "the only thing that I did wrong, I stayed in Mississippi a day too long"



I released Minion from captivity this afternoon. She was very restless yesterday when I had to feed her smaller amounts in case she was nauseous. Now that she's getting normal amounts, she's calmer. Seems to be resting a lot.


Minion's incision.



She hasn't done any crazy acrobatics yet, and though she's excited to see Haley ("ooh right where I her!") she's kind of taking it ease. No leaps onto her back yet. Haley's not buying this new Innocent act, though. Growlygrowlygrowly.

The last moments of One and Only Remaining Cat time.

more music while researching

Reba! From her new album, cover of a Beyoncé song.

listening to Kanye while doing research

Kanye's put out this weird mini movie. If this is basically a sample of his upcoming album, I am ALL IN. He is sooooo talented, lurv lurv lurv. I think he's only getting better as time goes on. Oooh November's turning out to be a great month for moooziiik!!!

In Québec

I can never really enter into Making Fun of Céline Dion, because she reminds me too much of my beloved French-Canadian step-mother. The way she acts and talks is so Québecoise, and therefore to me seems very authentic, and reminds me of my step-family. This video, of Céline's family at the Québec 400 year anniversary, is not very different from many of the family get-togethers I went to in my teen years. (Swiss Girl can attest to that, she was at one of them, albeit in crutches.)

Home sweet home

They called me at 6 PM to say that Minion was quiet for awhile, but was acting up again and would be better off at home. I was happy to leap! on the bus and go get my baby. They had her in one of the rooms by herself, because she was rubbing her face raw on the cage--she has two raw marks on her face.

While the tech was trying to give me instructions she was squirming-worming in the tech's arms, so the tech put her down next to the bird cage. Oh my days. "BEST. CAT. TOY. EVAH!" That kept her quiet.

She hadn't eaten since midnight last night, and I had to give her only a small portion in case she was nauseous. Well. She was NOT impressed. Started chewing on her plastic carrier. She's locked up in my bedroom now.

Man it's gonna be hard keeping her from doing anything crazy to her suture (actually the sutures are inside, there's glue holding her skin together on the outside!) You would not guess she just had surgery--bouncing around the room. Except when she tries to jump on the bed, she missed both times, so I put a box in there as a stepstool.

Happy to have my insane kitty home. :-)