31 December 2005

So our good friends from New Orleans (I still say they are from NOLA even though they've been displaced by Hurricane Katrina and live in Dallas), told us about a website that's Friendster for Cats...called, you guessed it, Catster. It's absolutely over the top. Somehow I have a feeling Ellie will be registered on it soon. Will that make me, officially, a cat "person?" I mean, I like cats. I grew up with cats. I love my current cat. But somehow I never really considered myself a "cat person." I don't own any cat figurines. I don't own any sweaters or sweatshirts with appliques of cats playing with balls of string. My cat has never appeared donning a santa hat -- or reindeer ears -- on a Christmas card. I've never attended a cat show (despite my partner's urgings this fall when one was in our area.) But I may consider registering my cat on Catster. As a joke, of course, but still...

27 December 2005

Back home in the "Sprung" after our quick jaunt to Syracuse. In between visting and shopping and eating, my partner and I would occasionally wonder aloud how our cat, Ellie -- who was home alone -- was doing. We put her in our guest room with her box, plenty of food and water, and all her various cat toys. (She's been known to show her "displeasure" (if you catch my drift) when we leave with the entire house to herself. So -- thinking we'd outsmarted the cat -- put about a 3 pound de-humidifier in front of the door so she wouldn't escape. Well, we come home after our flight and there's Ellie -- pretty as you please -- waiting for us by the kitchen door. Our Christmas tree is still standing and we haven't found any evidence of (uh hem) "extraneous activities" around the house. Keep your fingers crossed.