STUPID LILLY JUST CLAWED MY FACE AND NOW I HAVE GIANT SCRATCH MARKS ON MY FACE AND IT HURTS AND STUPID LILLY IS LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM UNTIL SHE DIES AND I WON'T FEEL BAD HA HA HA HA STUPID KITTY.

Rachel and I have an excellent new game to play. It's called "Reverse Kitty Jenga" and the goal is to stack as many things on the cat as you can before she gets bored and shakes them off. We had three socks, a tissue, several pieces of paper, and the plastic wrappers from my iPod. Oh, Lilly. Why do you not run away much sooner?

Our kitty is so wierd. She is not graceful or aloof; she's very talky, very demanding, and very...dumb. She also tends to lay around on her back when normal cats would curl up into a ball.

Currently, I'm mostly lying down on the couch, with my shoulders propped up agaist the armrest. She just came over and flopped down on her back, resting half on the armrest and half on my shoulder, and tried to lick my head. She was very offended when I moved and she fell, not just off the armrest, but off the couch entirely. 'Cause Lilly is awesome like that.

New layout, a few new icons, and a new moodtheme. All from the_dean_show, which is just about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Unrelated, the kitty just tried to nap on the TV. But she fell off. Awwwww, kitty.

It turns out that Lilly is a pretty smart kitty. Crazy, but smart. She goes totally nuts for the laser pointer, but has figured out where it comes from, so now if you pick up the pointer she runs over to you and meows until you shine it. If she gets bored, she walks over and bats at it. And if she can't find the little red dot, she looks over at you reproachfully. She totally knows what's going on.

We now have both a cat and a laser pointer. In other words, we now have endless hours of amusement. (I didn't mean to get her all riled up; I'm going to bed. I thought she was asleep and picked up the laser to fiddle with it, because I was bored, and a moment later she sprang off the couch and started chasing it.)

Work still sucks, but the managers have finally recognized that about half of the staff wants to quit over fucking Borders Rewards, so they've begun bribing us. Whoever gets the highest percentage in each hour gets a free snack from the cafe. And my favorite manager (coincidentally, the one who has the store's credit card) decided that, though he didn't see our numbers for the day, we probably made quota (40%wtfbordershqforreals?!) and so he took everyone who closed the store out for desert.

Which means my dinner was chocolate cake.

It was lovely, but too little too late, and whatnot. I still want to quit.

The good: Yankees won, 1.5 GB, Cano hits a grandslam (and a double, and a triple); baseball is looking up and there's still a shot at October. Yay!

The bad: After much loud and emphatic discussion, our family has decided we can't keep Gato, the adorable kitty. He's just too hard on Greta; she's been spending more and more time away from the house, and we don't want her to run away. He never lets up on her, and he also keeps my parents up at night (either jumping on them, or scratching on the door if they shut him out to prevent the jumping). It isn't fair to Greta, and it sucks, because we love him.

I have just been attacked by a very fuzzy, hyperactive kitty. I am in serious danger of being cuddled and licked to death. And he tried to eat my head. It didn't work, but it did tickle.

Ack! Kitty!

Greta came home around eight tonight. We were all worried... She's wandered off like this before, but never when she's been sick. But she came home just as I was heading out to look for her some more, and started eating and drinking again. So, situation resolved; the kitty is okay.

I'm worried about our kitty. She's been (or so I'd assume) feeling really rotten for a few days; just lying around without moving for hours at a time, and wasn't drinking much water or anything, and so we were keeping her inside. But I screwed up and let her out because the babycat was botheringh her and I'm a moron, and that was seven or eight hours ago. She hasn't come back yet and I just got freaked out and went looking for her, but couldn't find a flashlight, and as she's dark grey, she's rather hard to spot at night. I did check up on the road and didn't see her, which is slightly reassuring, but I don't know where she is and I'm worried because if she's hort or lying around sick or something, I'm the one who let her out.

It's a very selfish kind of upset, huh? But I'm really worried about my kitty.

-Passover sedars at my cousin's house are adorable, due to the three tiny children (ages 3, 5 and 7). My heart melted, like, ten times. Awwwww.
-Currently home in Ithaca, spending the afternoon with mom. There is a teeny, tiny cat who has no off button. Again, awww.
-Watched 13 episodes of Veronica Mars in the last 48 hours; coincidentally, also had a dream last night that I had to solve a murder mystery
-Dial up still sucks
-Back to NY tomorrow, Yankees thursday (!!!)

( Tulio )

The new kitten, affectionately referred to as Mister Cat:

Kitty and my mom
Kitty from behind
What is a Pepsi product doing in my house? I leave for a few months and the whole place goes to madness!