The kitty palace for when we put the house up got here today. Judging from TimTheCat’s reaction when I walked in the room while he was exploring it, he’s going in M1′s little pink tent. He’s still half feral dude & while he’s ok with us — on his terms — I think he’d be right freaked out if a stranger came in the house & he could see them & they could see him & he didn’t have a hide-y place. The pink tent will give him room enough, yet afford him his privacy. Hopefully feliway will work on all three of the kitties as well. He’s still checking this thing out, but it’s *way* too exposed for him+strangers.
Hmm. Wireless has dropped. Stoopid wireless. I wonder if it’s time to get a new router. What with that place going out of business, that makes them what — $30? $40?
Ooh! Fainting goats on Dirty Jobs! Whoo! Oh, now they’re on to monkeys. You know — for a show about dirty jobs, Mike Rowe spends a bit more time than I would have expected bare-chested. My goodness.
Guess that means I should stand up and get some exercising in since there’s something to distract me from how much I’d like to stop exercising now. (His shirt is back on again, just FTR).
