Die, thing of EVIL!
I'm sure that is what Papageno is saying. He's been really cranky, even hissing at Pico de Gato; it's like he is having flashbacks to 'Nam.
All because I let Marla bring a teeny tiny little female calico kitten into the house. A moment of weakness. Just a moment, but it was enough.
The Thing of Evil (Bats McMurphy, since she was found in a tree outside the mental hospital) is locked in a room upstairs, for the most part, and is temporary (hahahahahahhahahahahahahahaha! Fostering! Good one!). But Papageno is not amused regardless.
And Pico, poor Pico, being hissed at for no good reason.
Picked up wee Pico today, he's gotten heavy. Thick.
Outside of tiny fuzzy intruders, the weekend was nice. Did stuff, went places, bought some books, napped, shopped. I had a real weekend for the first time in, ohh, maybe forever! At least six months.
Work continues to be madness; my editor continues to evade me; and I'm organizing my one-time and ongoing projects for the coming year. My lists numbers 43 right now, and I think I forgot a few.
::sigh::
Anyway, Marla is cruising through the hundred or so pics I took of the tiny beast, so I'll link to them when they are up. Or something.
Oh, I think I'll focus more on Ballroom dancing than Taiji this year. Maybe.
Posted by Edwin at June 2, 2008 07:23 PM