Back in the day I saw an interview with Isaiah Washington, and he was kinda goofy and un-Burkish. Okay, a lot. So I made the clean separation between the man and the character before the whole anti-homosexual and strange behaviour started. Which made it easy to love Burke (or at least be drawn to him, despite his flaws) while thinking the actor an asshat. I can see how his asshattedness may affect his current and future employ, but I want as much Burke as possible.

As soon as I'm settled, he's back up there and I have to lunge to rescue my knickknacks. AHRG.

Deb Grabien -- because she has 11 (12?) cats -- learned the trick of securing knickknacks in place with sealing wax. I think she uses the kind of sealing wax that can be used with glue guns -- the inexpensive kind. She says it works great.

securing knickknacks in place with sealing wax

taking notes for future cat-owning

These items WERE tacked down with something similar. He's pretty damned strong when determined (he can bruise when he's kneading.) I am smart enough to only put the relatively unbreakable stuff within extended-cat-reach.

But Kat's stern words seemed to have worked. He's busy being passed out.

Oh! Sealing wax on the knickknacks . Huh.

I saw Waitress today. ehn. I am a traditionalist in many ways about romantic comedies, and no consequence infidelity is not so much for me. At least not from characters that I assume I am supposed to like. Performances were good.

It is GREAT for any wobbly breakables. Or anything wobbly, really. I have a lot of wobbly stuff. You don't have to get the museum quality stuff, usually the wall tacky available at any college bookstore (and elsewhere, but that is a staple to them) works well.

I don't know, that shower at the place in Atlanta was pretty hardcore.

you mean at the hotel? Oh, it was AWESOME!

Teddy update -- he loves the prednisone chews. He's back on the appetite stimulant (ciproheptadine, or something like that) because he's losing weight again. The vet is ordering chews of the appetite stimulant. He's taking his fluids willingly, if not happily -- they love him at the vet.

He's also livelier than he's been for quite some time. He spent half the weekend sitting in the downstairs window, meowing at the world outside. He came halfway downstairs while T's brother and family came to visit (well, brother's wife and kids weren't in the house at the time). He even climbed into the dryer while I was doing laundry, which he's never done before! (And yes, he was out before I started the dryer again.) Apparently prednisone is something of an upper.

Crossing our fingers for Wednesday's blood work.

Hey, if he's not getting the 'roid rage, more power to him!