Sunday, May 15, 2011

Last night on the way home from a party, Nick announced, "We need our cat," and drove over to my old house to "kidnap" her.

Greta is liking all the windows here, and inspecting every corner. The spooky alien environment is making her temporarily a cuddlebug, which we're soaking up while it lasts.

Late yesterday in my eagerness to get her set up here, and..many..beers deep I attempted to slice the zip ties off of her new litter box with a dull pocketknife and instead cleanly sliced off the knuckle skin on my left hand.

I'm all sewn up now. An injury that's your own stupid drunk fault is a special kind of pain.

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