If you were a momcat, where would you hide?

Well, no Mehitabel this morning; I went out again this afternoon, and still no Mehitabel.  Chrissy and I will try again in the morning before I have to go in Eviljob, and then again Sunday morning if it doesn’t work out tomorrow.  Pfft.  

But I have a nice new net on a pole, and a casting net.  And some cat-dope.  I wish I spoke cat, so that I could explain to Mehitabel that I am only trying to help her.  Sigh.

Butsoanyway.

On the way home, I stopped at Petsmart to get more MeasleTreats and SquooshChow, and I went by their adoption centre where I met Sylvester, a black-and-white who will be one year old in June!  If I thought I could handle him, I would adopt Sylvester; he needs someone to play with, and so does my Squoosh; the old cats who live in Squoosh’s home aren’t much fun—they don’t like to battle all day.  I held Sylvester and let him ARGH! all over me (he was arghing gently, for a baby—I barely have any scratches), and he had a blast—he even gave me a few kitty kisses on my chin (and then a couple of arghs on my chin!).  :-)  The lady there cleaned out his cage while I was holding him, and he had sure been arghing all over everything—there was food and litter everywhere, and all the paper was shredded to bits!  But it was probably because he had no toys, I figured (and because he’s a baby), so I bought some toys for him.  The rescue lady there (not one that I have dealt with before—this was a different PetsMart) said that they could be his toys, that went with him when he was adopted.  :-)  So now Sylvester owns property.    

I am occupying myself by looking through the Virtual Toad updates.  See, right now I have all this free time on my paws, and I don’t know what to do with it.  And I had wanted to get back to Disney to ride the Pirates of the Caribbean before they fuck it all up, but they’ve taken it back down as of 1 May, I hear.  Yes, they’re revamping the whole thing (to make it *better*, of course—kind of like they did to Journey Into Imagination, not that I am bitter about JIA and think that Disney is run by a pack of sightless, soulless bastards, or anything) to promote the new PotC movie.  Pfft and piffle.  

There was once an undertaking to produce a re-creation of If You Had Wings, too…but it looks like that’s been discontinued.  Double-plus pfft.  So it looks like this or this is the best that can be done.  Oh, well.  

And I changed my picture to one that looks like Puff-Puff, ‘cos I don’t have any digital photos of her, at least none that I could find.  But if someone were to have drawn a picture of Puff, that is exactly what they would have drawn.  Love you and miss you, Puff.  

Okay; I need to go do something productive; after last semester, I have more laundry than a Magdalen asylum, and I have barely made a dent in it.  Grr.  And I have to get up beastly early tomorrow to try (again) to snag a Mehitabel.  Pfft.

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