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February 22, 2000
I'm going to end up living in a trailer with 52 cats, I just know it.
I'm NOT going to turn into Crazy Cat Journal Lady, talking about nothing but the cute things my cat has done... I'm really not... but see, my cat did something cute this morning...
Well, it's really a very normal thing for a cat to do. She got on my lap and went to sleep this morning. But she has never done that before -- she's about three years old, and we adopted her from a shelter. We think she wasn't treated very nicely by her former owners, and she is not a snuggly lap cat. She likes to be petted, and she loves having her head scritched, but she won't sit on your lap, and she hates to be held. She had gotten to the point where she would stand on your lap for a whole three seconds, and then run off, and that was real progress.
I think she's just trying to sabotage me. I was drinking my coffee and attempting to wake up enough to go shower this morning when she got on my lap, curled up, gazed at me adoringly, and then went to sleep. So when I had to push her off to go get in the shower, I felt like a heartless, cruel monster.
I spent yesterday evening watching TV and eating Chinese takeout (so long, diet...) with Lee. Patrick came over shortly after we'd eaten, and we watched "Twenty-One" while shouting advice (and minor insults) at the contestants. I'm generally a "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" girl -- I had never watched "Twenty-One," I can't stomach "Greed" (Chuck Woollery makes me itch) and the one with Dick Clark I just don't understand. "Twenty-One" seemed absurdly easy. You can decide how many points each question is worth, you can pretty much stop when you want to (granted, you do risk losing) and you get Second Chances. And a lovely NBC tote if you win! The contestants all seem guaranteed to win something -- except for the poor farm hand guy who never got picked by the computer to be a contestant. he was twitching by the end of the show... And Maury Povitch just isn't as much fun to watch as Regis. Not smarmy enough.
After this, I'm starting to lose my love for the Bruins. I saw the highlights of the slash, and it really was unnecessary...
This is a really great article -- it explains the appeal of Harry Potter. I found myself nodding and saying "Yeah, EXACTLY!" a lot while reading it.
Also, for the rest of you kiddie-book fans, here is a fascinating article about the Newbery Award. I haven't had time to finish reading it yet -- it's the kind of article I really want to concentrate on.
Posted by Mary Ellen at February 22, 2000 10:21 AM