It is good that Mia can chirp since she can't meow.

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At least Mia chirps. I've had cats with no voice at all, which is really wierd. But, nicely quiet when the females are in heat.

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Majerle was silent for years. Now she has a crackling voice, I suspect from never really learning how to do it right. Except when she "captures" one of my slippers, or sometimes with her toy mouse, and then the yowling is scary loud. And funny. Really funny.

It is good that Mia can chirp since she can't meow.

I could amuse myself for ages trying to get her to talk. Tweety cat.

How big is Mouse?

Hec is gonna be mad when he has to skip through all of the cat stories tomorrow morning in his drindl. Sowwy.

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Medical mememe update: I just took a small handful of ibuprofin (four) and an Ambien and then sat for twenty minutes in a shallow but very hot bath.

Might be the best I have felt all day. I am pouring myself into bed now. With less head-in-a-vice-feeling soreness, less dripping nose, less crankiness even. I am starting to not hate this sick and unfun me person as she starts feeling better.

Hot baths are very underrated. Cures all.

I need say goodnight now as it is my bedtime.

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t waves goodnight to Cass

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My neighbors have a cat with the weirdest meow - it's kind of broken and raspy, and really low-pitched, something like the noise I imagine an outraged sheep would make. Seriously. It's like what would happen if a cat turned into Gollum.

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"medical emergency" at the Davis Square T stop on Wednesday, that caused my train to be abandoned at Harvard Square

Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry this was someone you knew, even in passing.

I was on the T, too, when that happened; my train was abandoned at Central, but in a unique plan by our friends at the MBTA, the shuttle buses began at Harvard (for the non-Somervillains--that's one stop further down the line in the direction I was going). My conversation with the local T guy went something like this: "Get off here!" "OK. I need to go to Davis." "The shuttle starts at Harvard." "But we're in Central now!" "Oh well."

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Oh Nora, that's just awful.

Glad to hear it - it just totally came to me during the "intervention" moments, but I was so far behind at that point that I was worried I'd never find an appropriate time to post it.

Frank, I can hear John Lovitz saying, "Slap my ass and call me Judy." Do you know--was it from his guest appearance on Friends, or something else? I don't think I ever watched much Lovitz, except on SNL.

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Oh, Nora, I'm so sorry this was someone you knew, even in passing.

Yes, I just got confirmation that this was the same person. Not that I was too doubtful, I mean how many emergencies were there on the subway last week? I feel like, I don't know, if I'd left the office when I was supposed to, maybe I would have run into him and chatted with him and... jeez, I don't know, then he'd have gone and done it anyway. He is alive though, that's what I've heard.

I've heard that his SO wants to keep it quiet, but I don't know how exactly that's going to happen. I mean, we were passing by people outside the Someday Cafe after watching the movie last night and I overheard someone talking about it.

Also, a weird parallel between last week's tragedy in LA. Thankfully nobody died as a result of the Red Line incident.

How did you get to Somerville, Jen? I was kicking myself for not taking the 85 from Kendall that day, but I wanted to treat myself to Indian food.

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Happy birthday, Anne!

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