I'm in denial that the Loki-kitten is 5 now. FIVE.

Turns out I was too. Dang!

It would just be pictures of all of us.

Except ita.

Well yeah. She's neither.

She disguises spice cake as chocolate cake and doesn't tell anyone it's spice cake. Ergo, weirdo.

In general, cats seem to avoid me well enough. I lived with two for a year at university (I come by this honestly), and my room mates came in once and the sane cat was lying on my hip and they were WTFed out (the insane cat belonged to the woman I said I'd punch upthread). I think that was the extent of our voluntary contact though. Most people's cats are fine.

FUCKING DOGS. Maybe they know I like canines. But not, like, touching me. While I'm eating, or inside the house, or looking in the other direction, or not thinking about them and shit. Or, you know, pets.

She disguises spice cake as chocolate cake and doesn't tell anyone it's spice cake.

Christmas cake. You'll smell my spice cake coming. If you think that's chocolate (there's chocolate in it, but that's not the same thing...) you have none but yourself to blame.

I call shenanigans.

I feel I need to test this cake before issuing a ruling.

I had the most amazing coffee in Buena Vista. It advertised itself as moroccan spice, I think they infused the steamed milk or something. I tasted nutmeg, cloves, chocolate, cinnamon...and other things. I had it sweetened but honestly, it would work as both a sweet and savory coffee. And I usually like my coffee sweetened, but I could do this one with just milk and a hint of salt. I've been trying to recreate it since.

(spice cake mistaken as chocolate reminded me of this.)

The cake was awesome -- don't get me wrong. But that first bite when I was expecting chocolate cake was kind of shocking.

Worst Fucking Day this week.

1. I had to run the faculty meeting - I AM NOT AN ADMIN. Why is this my responsibility?

2. I spent my free period not grading as I need to do because I need to give grades this week but planning the faculty meeting where....

3. I had to write up what I need from everyone so we can be accredited and I promised the first draft to be finished in a month.

4. At the faculty meeting, I was told one of my former students, R had died. She and her boyfriend were living together two years ago. They had had a baby the year before. They were both working towards graduation but her BF, who ended up passing my class, had a hard time completing credits because he was also working full time to support them. So he is technically still attending/a student.

5. R died when she and her BF went to her parents house to drop off groceries per her mom's request. R got out of the car while the BF drove the fussy preschooler around the block in hopes she might nap. When he pulled back up in front of the house, R was bleeding out in the front yard, because R's brother had stabbed her to death.

6. When I got home I was told Noah was in trouble at school for hitting a kid 'in his privates." Of course it's the only kid in his class whose mom has ever been nice to me. Also, WTF?

I am in favor of spice cake.

My cats are nearly eight. I'm not sure how that's possible.