WEEKEND UPDATE
» Nine years ago today, something very special happened. I won’t bore you with the details, since I’ve already told the story a couple of times, but, well, happy anniversary, Boyfriend.
» Speaking of the Boyfriend, about a week ago, we had a falling out over the whole “Born Free” thing. Jonno was worried that the mother cat would reject Little Edie because we’d handled her. I tried to reassure him that that only applies to birds and squirrels and perhaps–if we’re to believe Mrs. Mouth–hamsters. Besides, with my own eyes I saw the mother not only nurse the kitten, but she picked her up in her freaking mouth and carried her off…. Well, it turns out that the mother may not have minded having a daughter drenched in our B.O., but that didn’t stop her from leaving Edie to fend for herself while she took the rest of the litter on a Mayzie-eque whoring streak through the neighborhood. Or at least, I assume that’s what happened, ’cause when I walked out to the garden this morning, there was Little Edie, meowing through a chink in the fence. I looked around for any sign of the family, but nothing…. So, I guess I’m a crazy cat lady again. Well, at least Tania’s happy:
» After I’d sprayed Edie down with flea stuff and brought her inside [again], I went back out to water the plants, and whaddaya know, all that milkweed I planted has payed off. I’ve got a bona fide chrysalis in my yard:
I know, I know. I hope to get over this burp of domesticity soon and return to fun topics like Asian bearotica and tranny kickboxing. Too much more of this cat/garden crap, and I’m gonna turn into Christopher Lowell’s smaller, nellier cousin….
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