Weekend Round-Up
Yesterday evening Nick and I watched a documentary on fundamentalists of various religions. Included in this programme was a group of militant Bhuddist monks.
Yes, you read that right. Militant Bhuddist monks. Even 24 hours later, we still can't really get our heads round that.
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Cat-wise, things are going fine. Jelli is completely nonplussed about Nick and I smelling of a second cat, and is continuing as normal - sleeping on the sofa, eating, and climbing all over us when she wants to play. We're still not introducing them until at least Thursday, and possibly later (want to make sure that Macavity's fleas are all gone before that), but so far Jelli doesn't mind the minor changes to the house.
Macavity is also fine, if very curious about everything. He spent half an hour earlier today just sitting in the bath and sniffing at the plughole, as if expecting something to come out of it. We also think he's not the brightest cat ever - which means that Jelli is going to be running rings around him - but he tries hard and is desperately affectionate whenever we go into the office to check on him. He also allowed Nick to clip his claws earlier (quite possibly the first time they'd ever been done) without making a fuss. His meow is still rather hoarse, but it's getting better, and he likes to talk to us when we see him.
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Nick, meanwhile, is in mourning for his favourite film, The Wicker Man. He's read and heard reviews, and apparently things are so different and so bad that Nick is about ready to declare a Luciferian fatwa on the director. And it does sound bad. The original Wicker Man dealt with the dark side of the Old Ways, and had Christopher Lee in a Laura Ashley frock. The remake deals with how feminism and empowered women are a)apparently synonymous with neo-paganism, and b)evil. The film apparently further hammers this point home by having Nic Cage beat up a couple of the women for good measure.
Other than all that, it's been a quiet weekend...
Yes, you read that right. Militant Bhuddist monks. Even 24 hours later, we still can't really get our heads round that.
***
Cat-wise, things are going fine. Jelli is completely nonplussed about Nick and I smelling of a second cat, and is continuing as normal - sleeping on the sofa, eating, and climbing all over us when she wants to play. We're still not introducing them until at least Thursday, and possibly later (want to make sure that Macavity's fleas are all gone before that), but so far Jelli doesn't mind the minor changes to the house.
Macavity is also fine, if very curious about everything. He spent half an hour earlier today just sitting in the bath and sniffing at the plughole, as if expecting something to come out of it. We also think he's not the brightest cat ever - which means that Jelli is going to be running rings around him - but he tries hard and is desperately affectionate whenever we go into the office to check on him. He also allowed Nick to clip his claws earlier (quite possibly the first time they'd ever been done) without making a fuss. His meow is still rather hoarse, but it's getting better, and he likes to talk to us when we see him.
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Nick, meanwhile, is in mourning for his favourite film, The Wicker Man. He's read and heard reviews, and apparently things are so different and so bad that Nick is about ready to declare a Luciferian fatwa on the director. And it does sound bad. The original Wicker Man dealt with the dark side of the Old Ways, and had Christopher Lee in a Laura Ashley frock. The remake deals with how feminism and empowered women are a)apparently synonymous with neo-paganism, and b)evil. The film apparently further hammers this point home by having Nic Cage beat up a couple of the women for good measure.
Other than all that, it's been a quiet weekend...