Good New Kitties (and great old ones)

Lax and lazy, no posts for months. Now, within a heat wave, I'll write a bit about what the new residents are doing.

Tess, long-haired, 3 lbs, 12 weeks old is curious about Sally who will have nothing to do with her or her sister, Stella. She approaches Billy with excitement, looking for grooming and play. She sometimes runs away wildly when I reach to pick her up, and at other times, she begins purring loudly as soon as She's touched. She curls up in the bed beside my head or behind my knees. She has a bad-hair-day look about her all the time as she's got about the longest hair any kitten might possess.

Tess' sister, Stella, slightly smaller than 3 lbs, also 12 weeks old, is as active as any kitten could be. She races around furniture, rugs, stairs, the other cats and plays with anything that is presented to her. She purrs as soon as she is picked up and loves to play "catch" with her kibble. She is particularly fond of a pink furry ball and gets possessive about it issuing a funny meow-growl when Tess tries to wrestle it from her.

The two of them are darlings and I race home to make sure that they are doing well.

They also make me adore Billy all the more, although how I could love him more than I already do is a mystery. He has embraced them as his own, happy that I've brought him "live toys". He grooms them, chases them, puts up with their stealth attacks, and disciplines them. He is a wonderful gentle uncle. He tries to reserve a little sleeping time for me alone when they are comatose on a couch.

Sally would really like to shove them out the door, but she's getting slightly more tolerant as it is becoming clearer to her that they aren't going away.

Nearly March

Playing music, going to work, acting in a play, seeing movies, reading books, writing web page scripts - I'm busy.

I went to see Harry potter / the goblet of fire tonight. I enjoyed being out even though I had planned the night to do some FLASH tutorials (because I'm learning Flash).

Spent such a good morning cleaning house and a rather tedious afternoon at a rehearsal where the choreographer can't figure out what needs to be done without running us through the songs. Very annoying. She's very good but I can't figure out why she can't figure this stuff out before we get to rehearsal....

I promised myself

So I find myself playing solitaire and hating it, thinking 'I am wasting my life playing solitaire'. Although I enjoy the game, I get addicted and think it's completely ridiculous when there are so many things one could be learning or one could be writing. This was my promise: I'll write something on blog spot instead of playing solitaire.

He said to her "I'll be back. I'm going out for a pack of cigarettes."

And that was the last time she or any of her 4 children ever saw him again.