This Is What I'm Dealing With

I submit Yet Another bug report to Payroll about their precious new web app, which is once again puking unindicative server errors at me. The response, in its entirety:

"You need to find out first if you filled out it, please call me to go throu. x 12345"

KITTY!

For the past week, I have been babysitting Dr. Livingston, Adventure Kitten!, who is possibly the most lovable kitten to have ever existed. (You pick him up, and he instantly starts purring, whether he knows you or not.) He'd had a very bad infection of some kind, and managed to pull through, but needs antibiotics 2x/day for about a month; so to give nedlnthred a break, I took him for a few days.

Ranger has coped with this surprisingly well. --Perhaps not surprisingly; he has dealt with (by which I mean "hid from") much more obstreperous and interfering felines; but I expected a great deal more fuss. I'm not saying he's delighted, but we sit together on the couch and sleep together on the same bed in reasonable harmony. No bloodshed, no peeing incidents. Now that Livingston is feeling a bit better and regaining some of his natural vif[1], I guess it's just as well he's going to go home tomorrow; but I'm sure going to miss him. He's so very people-oriented and friendly and cuddly and WOOGIE WOOGIE AWWWWWW *flail*

[1] I am particularly thinking of him tearing through the apartment last night and rear-ending Ranger, who was just standing near the fridge minding his own business. Ranger was Not Amused.