That seems like an appropriate way to celebrate smonster's birthday.

I am watching the first few episodes of Community that were syndicated on Comedy Central last night. It's a sickness.

Community is on Comedy Central now? I need to look into that.

I was hoping for every day in the mornings, but it seems to be a block of four once a week on Fridays.

Hmm. Worth recording, though!

I encourage it!

Cat update: Like Operation Litter Box, the scratching post is a huge success. Both took to it immediately, though it only took Jackson about 10 minutes of play to tear off the little feathered lure toy that was attached to the top; it's now being batted around my living room in a sort of impromptu soccer game between the two. Also a hit: pan drippings from the roast beef, spinach, and Swiss cheese pinwheels I cooked for dinner. (I believe the cats enjoyed dinner much more than I did, actually.)

This kid, I swear, this kid.

Earlier today, wandering the aisles of a local vintage store looking for lounging/smoking robes for Emmett (strictly for lounging purposes; he does not smoke -- he does already have a nice robe with an embroidered dragon on the back, but I really want to get him a proper vintage one) and while I shopped Matilda amused herself, as one does, trying on wigs from the $10 bin of ratty dreadlocked snarly used things from the annual SF Opera costume surplus sale.

She fell in love with a brown-with-auburn-highlights jobbie with matted ringlets going halfway down her back and big poofy bangs in front. "Please, Mommy?"

"No."

"It's not fair! All my friends have wigs!"

"All your friends, really?"

"Norah has a wig."

"Can you use it in this year's costume?"

"No."

"Can you wear it to school?"

"We're not allowed."

"Where would we store it?"

"I don't know."

"No."

Cue tears. "This always happens! I always love a wig, and then when we come back someone else has bought it, and I never get the one I love!"

I ignore her for a while, but she persists in wearing the wig all over the shop, petting it and cooing over it and sitting on an antique fainting couch just enjoying the feel of the ringlets over her shoulders. Finally I come back, and she says again, "Please? I love this wig!"

She looks so earnest and wretched that I feel both relenting and curious. "What do you think you look like in it?"

"I don't know her name. But I feel like that beautiful girl in that show."

"Which show?"

"The one we used to watch. The one with the boy who can bring you back to life after you're dead."

"Pushing Daisies?"

"Yes! I look like that pretty girl."

"You mean Chuck?"

"Yes, Chuck. When I wear the wig I look like Chuck. ... I should be Chuck for Halloween!"

So of course she got her wig, and is now curled up wearing the wig and her flapper dress and watching Fantastic Mister Fox.

I really have no idea whether I'm such a sucker for her because she's totally playing me, or because she is me.

Be prepared for super stinky litterbox leavings. Food changes always do that, even if it is from foraging outside to premium kittyfood. And kittens are farty.

Are you just fostering until they are acclimated or you planning on keeping?

Enjoy the neverending kitten antics. It's better than most tv. And Matt? Pictures!

How much do I love that Matilda's school has a policy on wigs? I mean, it's obviously a wrong policy, but the fact that they have reason to have one (and she knows what it is)?

Wigs are deemed too distracting, but it must be noted that the school is fine with hats and there are no discernible hair regulations at all.