A Glimpse into my mind

* all materials for Pelican scroll arrived.

* word that my new sunglasses and TARDIS jersey have shipped and should arrive soon.

* never-ending pile on desk downgraded to "no so intimidating" status instead of "OMG how will it ever get done" status

* New family member. Nimbus Alexander Ekaterinavich is a 2 year old, Long Hair Russian Blue mix. (I suspect he is also part Ragdoll as he goes boneless when I pick him up)



* Went and taught at the College of 3 Ravens. I fully expected to yet again have no students for my "Who do I fight next" class as has happened the last two times I've tried to teach it formally. Instead I had 8 students. It went very well and all were engaged and open. (Though if we all get sick we know which student gave us the crud as she showed up sniffling and sneezing and coughing).

*The paint a blank table at 3 ravens was well received as well.

For those who have read/listened to Jenny Lawson's "Let's Pretend This Never Happened" and have gotten to the story about being attacked by a serial killer in her sleep will know exactly what I mean when I say "I was attacked by a serial killer last night"

Only, like her, the serial killer was Fat-Ass (aka Puck the Cat) trying to jump over my head to get from one side of the pillows to the other and landed on me and scratched a roughly 3 inch scratch into my scalp at 2:48am (well that was the time when I was coherent enough to put my glasses on and look at the time). And like all scalp wounds it bled like a Mo Fo and it took me a good 20 minutes of pressure to get the thing to stop bleeding so I could contemplate going back to sleep.

Doing my hair this morning was an exercise in "ow, ow, G.D. Cat, ow, ow, ow"

My ass is not a scratching post.

I don't care how tempting it is when I stand at the ironing board.

For those that don't follow along on FaceBook.

After coming back from War Practice, I came to the conclusion I needed to get a friend for Puck that is closer in age to him than Talia is. (she's 8 years, he's 8 months).

So yesterday Katie and I went "cat shopping". We saw some that were nice and might have worked but just didn't feel "right".

Today I went out to the Eastern Hills Mall where the SPCA has a satallite branch and many who were between 6-11 months. I was trying to chat up a 7 month old black and white boy and desperately trying to ignore the 9 month old in the cage next to him. See the 9 month old looks way too much like Tzar, except for a white chest and white socks. But "Specs" as he was called kept tapping my shoulder to get my attention.

Eventually I gave in and did a meet and greet with the Tzar look a like. He came and sat in my lap before going off to explore the room. He had me.

So we have a new member of the Doma.

Please meet Ozymandias "Ozy" Eugene Ekaterinavich.

While in my arms as I rocked her, at 7:18pm on April 17, 2013 Alexandra Anastasia Ekaterinova took her last breath and joined her big brother Nicodemus Dmitri Ekaterinavich across the Rainbow Bridge.

She waited until the end of Cats to cross over. Somehow it was very fitting.

I deeply suspect that Miss Alex is not long for the world. Last couple days she has not come to dinner. While not completely unusual I was still starting to be concerned. Yesterday I went looking for her and found her half hidden in one of her traditional hiding spots (head in it, back end sticking out).

20 minutes ago she came up to the bedroom and was stretched out next to the bed. She has not come up here willingly since Grimm arrived. She barely acknowledged Grimm sniffing her (not her usual MO). I am laying here with her on my chest as she fights to purr. She has refused water or gooshy food on a spoon.

I will stay here with her as long as possible before I absolutely have to go to work. If I had and pto I would stay here with her. But i have thanked her for being part of my life for 14 years and when she decides it is time to sleep, Nicky will be waiting for her.

Hi I am a school bus driver with Sweet Home and around the time you said your cat was missing I think it was your cat that was hit by a car (not alive) on Niagara Falls Blvd on the Tonawanda side near the light at Willow Ridge. By the time I got closer with the bus another car had hit it....it was a larger cat and had the colors of your cat....your last photo of him/her on there back stretched out sure looked like your cat. I get so upset when I see any animal especially cats in the road that have been hit...and see more than my share with all the school bus driving I do. I have cats of my own and my heart goes out to you!!! I hope this helps you possibly find closer... you can contact me through e-mail if u have any questions......again I am so sorry.

it's been two weeks. Tzar is still gone. I can't even put into works how much it hurts that he's gone. I will never give up hope. He will come home.

Last night Kate and I were running errands and we had to stop at the pet store to get food for her cats. While there I fell in love with a little black and white 5 mos. old male kitten that was up for adoption. His name was "shirmpee". Ok, didn't love the name. I looked to Kate for the "we're not giving up hope" speech. Instead she said "take down the number and call when we get home".

I did. Unfortunately Shirmpee had been adopted about an hour before we got to the store. But after work today I went to the SPCA to do a look around for Tzar again. And while I was there they brought out a pair of brothers. 3 months old. Both black and white with the makings for long hair. I went in to visit. Another lady came in as well and we both did the "I'll take one, you take one" exchange and it was settled. Tomorrow morning he gets fixed and chipped and i can bring him home after work.

So while we will not give up hope that Tzar will come home. I would like to introduce the newest member of the Doma. Please meet Puck.







I tried offering him other names. Silas. Sulu. Ozy (short for Ozymandias). Kobi (Kobiashi Maru), Davros. But when I said Puck, his head turned and he chirped at me. So I guess on the Solstice I bring home Puck.

I don't want anything but one thing.

I want my boy home. I really miss him. So much it hurts.

Signed me.

I went to my doctor yesterday. She lives in my neighborhood and I mentioned in passing that my cat had runaway. She asked about him and I showed her a picture. She thinks she MIGHT have seen him while walking her dog the other day. She's going to keep an eye out for him and tryin calling his name if she sees the cat she thought was him.

I learned today that my friend Anna's cat ran off on Monday down in Olean.

On my drive in today I thought "If I learn that these boys have meet up in East Aurora for the Jellicle Ball, I'm going to be most cross with them."