Pals

Smidgen and Shmoop have become almost instant pals. They run about the house playing and tussling, and meowing at each other. And today, they shared a food bowl. That's bloody momentous for cats that have known each other only a week. Sweet Pea and Granny, the Father and Stepmother Units' cats, are still trying to adjust to each other after months of living in the same house. I'm completely amazed and grateful.

Smidge is getting a little rough with Shmoop, but she backs off when Shmoop yells out. It's like she knows she can only go so far and really doesn't intend to hurt the baby. She's just playing.

Right now Smidgen is outside terrorising the neighbourhood and Shmoop is in her pen taking a long overdue nap. I, like Depeche Mode, am enjoying the silence.

Of Strawberries, Prince, and Permanent Accounts

What I wouldn't do for a pile of fresh strawberries right now. I can imagine their taste on my lips and my heart flutters at the thought. Damn, but I really need some strawberries.

Purple Rain is on BET right now. When I first saw this movie, I felt it had a profundity beyond my ability to express. It spoke for my generation and what we were going through. Now it just seems like a garbled mess accompanied by most excellent music. How can my perceptions change so drastically? Yeah, I know it's because I've "grown" but I sometimes wish my worldview were still that simple, when an hour and a half long music video spoke volumes about my friends and me, and our drama was the drama of a troubled rock star.

Even though I don't know where the money will come from, I'm seriously considering taking the plunge into Permanent Accountdom. Since I'm not going to have much money at all for the next couple of years, it may be prudent not to have to worry about paying for my luxuries here on LJ. Of course, how important is it that I would spend that much money on something as transient as LJ? Writing here has salvaged my sanity on many an occasion. It has also prevented my going into full writer's block again. I have from now until Tuesday to decide whether or not it's worth my scraping together $150.

Now, who wants to bring me a basket of strawberries?

Misty Eyed

The song still brings tears to my eyes. In my world, it shall always be an anthem for the Ages.

( I only wanted 2 be some kind of friend )

Lost....FOUND

We found the video on which the season finale is recorded. I'm going to pop a nerve pill and go re-watch it. God have mercy on my obsessed soul.

Nest

Shmoop likes to make a nest in my hair in which she then sleeps. I now look like I've had cats nesting in my hair.