Lesson: even if you really have to pee, you can't race these cats up the stairs. They might try some new maneuver that gets between your feet and your footing.

I think your cats have been comparing notes with our Coco. His reaction whenever we get home is, "I'm so glad to see you. Here, let me get right up next to you so you trip over me, and feel so guilty that you pet me even MORE!"

Hope you're feeling better.

Cats are assholes. Noodle this morning was yelling at me from the time I opened my eyes to be fed. Excuse me for going pee, like I do EVERY MORNING, before I feed you.

Which feline is that, Lee

Dita. That's the closest she has willingly come to Charlie since he got here.

Bubba is all about getting into my foot space, so he gets stepped on a lot.

Diego Smash

We tried walking Gunnar for the first time last night. It did not go well. He's a very strong dog and very easy to freak out. We made it about half a block before admitting defeat. It's going to take some time and small steps to get him walking.

Huffingtonpost also has an article saying:

Majority Of Brits Would Be Happy If Royal Baby Turned Out Gay, Poll Finds

Really? The government hasn't even decided to pardon Turing or not, and the rest of the gay men tormented during the same period of buggery laws aren't even up for consideration. Yes, it's population versus government, but I'd love to see that "majority of Brits" put pressure on them for things like that, rather than playing make believe with an irrelevant person.

My A/C is getting replaced as I type. I let the men in, got the cats securedc in my bedroom with food water and litterbox and then came to work. Let's home the men do not ransack my home or steal anything (I did remove all working laptops). I will go back over at noon.

The alley cat has apparently picked me as his person now - when I went out for my walk this morning he hopped up on a transformer and meowed at me for food, and then was lounging under my car in the parking lot when I left for work.

Still hisses at me when he approaches the food dish as I'm filling it, but has no objection to being petted afterwards.

This story is so sweet:

They both look so happy with each other and at ease in their own skin. And billions of blessings on their parents for being so supportive and loving.

Well done, Lee! Good pets.

The new Even Larger Dog [link] is kind of depressed. He sits or lays by the door, looking for a way out, so he can go home. Home to the owner who neglected him--he was dirty, had fleas and foxtails all over, and she never taught him to sit or lay down on command.

Of course he doesn't know he's been neglected, poor fella. He's also been fixed, but too recently for anyone to be comfortable having him in the same house with the Diva, who is in heat. So she's in my house, destroying all of TNG's toys and shedding everywhere. FSM only knows how long this will go on.

ELG is however a very sweet fellow, and he rested his enormous head in my lap last night for a while. He's not as big as we thought: the vet weighed him at 152lbs, which is not unreasonable.

In other news, the glass guys come today to fix the windows broken in the fire. And I picked up my car last night after 2 days in the shop (and $1000 of repairs). Can I be less busy soon?