Morning Kitten Report

I came downstairs to hear frantic peeping noises. Piewacket decided to move the litter, but forgot one (thus proving cats can only count to five). After several minutes of hunting around, I found her snuggled on top of them behind the TV; that is, in the corner that nedlnthred had painstakingly scrubbed last night to try and get the cat smell out of (thus proving that cats are perverse, as if we needed more proofs on that theorem).

I put the little guy (?) back in with her, and he crawled right back into the pile. I don't know how long he (?) was out of reach & out of warmth, though, which may bode ill for his survival.

In Which There Is, Perhaps, Some Internal Culture Clash

dariodevil: http://www.rohwrestling.com/News/Article.aspx?id=830 -- Wanna go?
syringavulgaris: I can't! I'm going to the opera that night.
syringavulgaris: Already bought tickets.
dariodevil: That's hysterical.
dariodevil: "I can't go to the wrestling show! I have to go to the opera!"
dariodevil: C'mon.
dariodevil: No one could write that so perfectly.
syringavulgaris: It's not my fault I am a Pisces, and therefore going in exactly opposite directions simultaneously.
syringavulgaris: But I am going to an opera about the atomic bomb!
dariodevil: It's still not the Briscoe Brothers vs. LAX. Philistine.