Rundown update and catsaga

Charlotte and Billy are visiting. Adam is making stir fry chicken and string beans with sesame seeds and sesame oil with brown rice. Breakfast had been instant cream of wheat (Adam seemed puzzled and amused when I made mine with whole milk, maple syrup, and honey powder). We spent the afternoon watching downloaded episodes of "Cowboy Bebop". I developed an intense need for Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream, and took the bus to the Giant and bought a quart on sale for the same size as a pint. I am also reading the very, very hysterical "The Government Manual For New Wizards".

The cats are, naturally, wonderful. However, Puff's behavior has warranted separating her, finally, from the others. Since January she has been holed up in our bedroom because Jupiter enjoyed pouncing (and later on so did Luna). Puff has become paranoid, and terrified of leaving the bedroom. She refused to go into the bathroom to use the litter box, and the other night I discovered why I have not found feces on the bedroom floor: She's been using a corner between the two dressers that is out of sight, where only Adam is tall and long enough to reach. And finally, Adam agreed to what I've been suggesting since Danny moved out: We moved Puff to the spare bedroom, with food and water, bedding and toys, and the smaller litter box that Jason had kept in his room for Jupiter until it became apparent that Jupiter preferred the other two boxes (and having a box in his bedroom was not so great for Jason's respiratory health). Puff will stay behind the closed door for a few weeks as though she were a new cat being introduced to the household -- and in a way, she is being re-introduced. Jupiter and Luna will be able to smell her and hear her without interacting; and hopefully over time this will mean that they will get along better. We bring Puff downstairs for supervised visits in the living room, and put her back in "her" room at night. So far it seems to be working.
Luna, of course, is the best cat ever. She'll eat anything, play with anything, sleep anywhere, love anyone, and as long as she is loved in return she is happy. Jupiter, for his part, has calmed down significantly since getting neutered and becoming Luna's best friend. He is still emotionally needy, but at least has a fellow feline companion to play with.

Watching NASCAR. I'm actually getting into it.

Dinner is fantastic.

However, I have a migraine. The right side of my head is throbbing like crazy. Sigh.

Rundown update and catsaga

Charlotte and Billy are visiting. Adam is making stir fry chicken and string beans with sesame seeds and sesame oil with brown rice. Breakfast had been instant cream of wheat (Adam seemed puzzled and amused when I made mine with whole milk, maple syrup, and honey powder). We spent the afternoon watching downloaded episodes of "Cowboy Bebop". I developed an intense need for Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream, and took the bus to the Giant and bought a quart on sale for the same size as a pint. I am also reading the very, very hysterical "The Government Manual For New Wizards".

The cats are, naturally, wonderful. However, Puff's behavior has warranted separating her, finally, from the others. Since January she has been holed up in our bedroom because Jupiter enjoyed pouncing (and later on so did Luna). Puff has become paranoid, and terrified of leaving the bedroom. She refused to go into the bathroom to use the litter box, and the other night I discovered why I have not found feces on the bedroom floor: She's been using a corner between the two dressers that is out of sight, where only Adam is tall and long enough to reach. And finally, Adam agreed to what I've been suggesting since Danny moved out: We moved Puff to the spare bedroom, with food and water, bedding and toys, and the smaller litter box that Jason had kept in his room for Jupiter until it became apparent that Jupiter preferred the other two boxes (and having a box in his bedroom was not so great for Jason's respiratory health). Puff will stay behind the closed door for a few weeks as though she were a new cat being introduced to the household -- and in a way, she is being re-introduced. Jupiter and Luna will be able to smell her and hear her without interacting; and hopefully over time this will mean that they will get along better. We bring Puff downstairs for supervised visits in the living room, and put her back in "her" room at night. So far it seems to be working.
Luna, of course, is the best cat ever. She'll eat anything, play with anything, sleep anywhere, love anyone, and as long as she is loved in return she is happy. Jupiter, for his part, has calmed down significantly since getting neutered and becoming Luna's best friend. He is still emotionally needy, but at least has a fellow feline companion to play with.

Watching NASCAR. I'm actually getting into it.

Dinner is fantastic.

However, I have a migraine. The right side of my head is throbbing like crazy. Sigh.

Rundown update and catsaga

Charlotte and Billy are visiting. Adam is making stir fry chicken and string beans with sesame seeds and sesame oil with brown rice. Breakfast had been instant cream of wheat (Adam seemed puzzled and amused when I made mine with whole milk, maple syrup, and honey powder). We spent the afternoon watching downloaded episodes of "Cowboy Bebop". I developed an intense need for Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream, and took the bus to the Giant and bought a quart on sale for the same size as a pint. I am also reading the very, very hysterical "The Government Manual For New Wizards".

The cats are, naturally, wonderful. However, Puff's behavior has warranted separating her, finally, from the others. Since January she has been holed up in our bedroom because Jupiter enjoyed pouncing (and later on so did Luna). Puff has become paranoid, and terrified of leaving the bedroom. She refused to go into the bathroom to use the litter box, and the other night I discovered why I have not found feces on the bedroom floor: She's been using a corner between the two dressers that is out of sight, where only Adam is tall and long enough to reach. And finally, Adam agreed to what I've been suggesting since Danny moved out: We moved Puff to the spare bedroom, with food and water, bedding and toys, and the smaller litter box that Jason had kept in his room for Jupiter until it became apparent that Jupiter preferred the other two boxes (and having a box in his bedroom was not so great for Jason's respiratory health). Puff will stay behind the closed door for a few weeks as though she were a new cat being introduced to the household -- and in a way, she is being re-introduced. Jupiter and Luna will be able to smell her and hear her without interacting; and hopefully over time this will mean that they will get along better. We bring Puff downstairs for supervised visits in the living room, and put her back in "her" room at night. So far it seems to be working.
Luna, of course, is the best cat ever. She'll eat anything, play with anything, sleep anywhere, love anyone, and as long as she is loved in return she is happy. Jupiter, for his part, has calmed down significantly since getting neutered and becoming Luna's best friend. He is still emotionally needy, but at least has a fellow feline companion to play with.

Watching NASCAR. I'm actually getting into it.

Dinner is fantastic.

However, I have a migraine. The right side of my head is throbbing like crazy. Sigh.

Trolls, the other kind

From The Government Manual For New Wizards
Trolls:
Trolls can be recognized by their thick skulls, poor spelling abilities, and scaly green skin (or "5k1n," as trolls would render it). They make useful guardians of bridges, and Troll houses are abundant sources of Chrocolate Chrips, but you must never give them access to the Internet.

***

*blinks*
*blinks slowly*
*grins widely*

This is such an awesome, awesome book.

(I think the next time a troll posts to a community I'm in, I shall quote this and see if it understands)

Trolls, the other kind

From The Government Manual For New Wizards
Trolls:
Trolls can be recognized by their thick skulls, poor spelling abilities, and scaly green skin (or "5k1n," as trolls would render it). They make useful guardians of bridges, and Troll houses are abundant sources of Chrocolate Chrips, but you must never give them access to the Internet.

***

*blinks*
*blinks slowly*
*grins widely*

This is such an awesome, awesome book.

(I think the next time a troll posts to a community I'm in, I shall quote this and see if it understands)

Trolls, the other kind

From The Government Manual For New Wizards
Trolls:
Trolls can be recognized by their thick skulls, poor spelling abilities, and scaly green skin (or "5k1n," as trolls would render it). They make useful guardians of bridges, and Troll houses are abundant sources of Chrocolate Chrips, but you must never give them access to the Internet.

***

*blinks*
*blinks slowly*
*grins widely*

This is such an awesome, awesome book.

(I think the next time a troll posts to a community I'm in, I shall quote this and see if it understands)