Aww, Dita. I know I probably tell it every time disappearing cats come up, but I have to because I love it so much. But my favorite is when all five of my feral kittens disappeared in their nursing room (they were living in the crawlspace, but while mamacat was missing we were handfeeding them. Every two hours. So we brought them in and out). I knew they hadn't gotten out of the room, but damned if I could find them. In the end? They were all nestled happily inside my Hartke bass amp. It was nice and soft and dark and denlike in there. And it was totally a monkey's paw thing...you could reach in and pick up a kitty, but you could not withdraw your hand containing the kitty through the hole in the amp. We just had to wait for them to get bored with it and emerge...hours later.

Dreams: The SO & I were messing around on the internet and looked up all this disaster stuff, like, what would happen if a Western volcano erupted, that kind of thing. We joked that it was a bad idea to do right before we went to bed because we'd have nightmares. And I did. But you guys know me and my mundane dreams. My big nightmare? Was that I'd failed to change the hotel reservations for my road trip this weekend. Even my agitated subconscious is boring.

The day we moved to NC, we couldn't find one of our two cats. Freaked out that she had escaped or gotten packed into a box. Finally, finally, we found her - she had slipped into a gap between cabinets and crawled under the floor of the undersink cabinet. We had to pop the floor out to retrive her.

One of my roommate's kittens kept trying to get in the fridge, so she shut her in there, figuring the cat would start meowing in a few seconds and learn her lesson. She got distracted and there was no meow, but happened to go get some milk fifteen minutes later. Cat was literally and figuratively chillin', not stressed at all.

Central OK had another 4.7 tremor. Felt it here, but only recognized it because the same table shook the same way. Much weaker and shorter than the 5.6 on Saturday evening.

Ran across this artist randomly the other day. Something about the languid, sleepy, bluesy appeals to me: [link] (music will start playing.)

I haven't eaten yet today. There is nothing in my apartment, nothing I can conceive of *anywhere* that I think my stomach would accept. I'm all medded up, including anti-nausea meds, and nothing. I'm hydrated, but that's it. I'm hoping to trick myself into ice cream before I get to bed, but I'm almost gagging thinking about it right now.

Matt, good for you getting help! I hope for all kinds of improvement for you.

{{Suzi}}

For anyone not on Facebook and/or who cares about such things -- pictures of our antique egg incubator: [link]

Our house is a magical place, despite the lack of closets. I suspect Mr. Tumnus is in the back of the attic somewhere.

t edit I'm posting them because I thought they might be an entertaining diversion for them what needs divertin'.

Oh, ita, I'm sorry. That sounds awful. And you do need something in your stomach! Can you drink some ginger ale or gatorade or something? You need calories & electrolytes.

Thanks, Consuela--I have some Gatorade left over from the last time Burrell saved my ass. I think I could dilute that and drink it.

Did you take the anti-nausea meds, too, ita?

No crackers or toast or cereal around?