x-post LJ, FbWhy yes, I do have some more ridiculously cute kitten pictures. We estimate the kitten is now about 4 weeks old. His new trick is squatting and peeing if we hold him in place in his litter box. I have hopes that he will ever be house-trained. Alas, this only works for pee. His claws are very clawlike; I have to wear a gardening glove ( Read more... )

Things done today ( Read more... )

• 14:53 V. sleepy. Made double-strength instant vanilla latte, and I don't even *drink* coffee normally.
• 21:02 v. cranky at Slate for killing Today's Papers (a useful summary + analysis) and replacing with link soup.

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x-post Fb, LJSince a couple of these showed up in my Flickr stream update on Facebook, and a resounding, "OMG baby kitty!" went up over the internets, I thought y'all might like more info (and seeing the pix for the first time for LJ friends). This is the kitten that neighbor kids handed to us at 9 at night. These were taken a couple of days ago. ( Read more... )

We are now a three cat household. Or rather, a "two cat and one very tiny kitten that I really hope makes it" household.

Eep.

Eep eep.

Eep eep eep.

Dear World, I appreciate the get-well gift, but eep!

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We have kittens in our backyard again, sheltering under the currant bush and venturing out sometimes to play in the tall grass of our yard. They are two adorably cute tiger stripe kittens. We think that their mother is Foundling's sister--no wonder she sees our yard as a safe place to have kittens. When she was little, we fed and watered her ( Read more... )

8:10 a.m.
No work. At least I know that the last express bus to downtown runs at 8:15 a.m., which means that I can actually call in in the morning after somebody's there and still be able to get to work at a reasonable time. Just barely.

9 a.m.
I really shouldn't have to tell Foundling not to eat tacks. And yet I do. Repeatedly.

9:02 a.m. ( Read more... )

6:30 a.m. - alarm goes off
Nooooooooooooooo! After the Muse's birthday celebrations, I am exhausted, hung-over, and slightly drunk. Time to go to work.

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Watching a squirrel sunbathe is remarkably restful, even though I did start to wonder whether he was actually dead ( Read more... )