I would have thought it would be too soon to get a new cat after losing Motley Sue, but when Jenn brought home the yard cats from Ellis Truss last weekend, two things happened:
First, I realized that, although they might be maniacs (one more than the other), I really liked having Patch and Penny around.
Secondly, I saw how Jenn lit up when they were here, playing with each other, being silly, being fascinated by the fish tank, or getting cuddly with us (mostly her).
So, when she realized this week that it wouldn’t be realistic for me to head up to Northern California for Thanksgiving with the Yarbrough clan this year, due to my illness, she asked if we could celebrate Thanksgiving this year by welcoming two new cats into our home. Late yesterday afternoon, Helping Paws rescue/adoption from Apple Valley brought over two eight week old kittens, the only two from their litter from an owner who, for whatever reason, will not spay the mother cat, who in turn produces litter after litter after litter. The two kittens were raised in a house (very) full of children and other animals, and once the newness of this move wears off, we expect them to be pretty fearless.
The two kittens are a black female we’re probably going to call Lucky, and a black and white female whom it looks like is going to be called Hanna. Both have now ventured out from their hiding spot behind my dresser to eat a little Kitten Chow and drank a little water (and be shown where the litter box is), and to wreak clumsy havoc on some cat toys, but they retreat back into hiding whenever they decide they have had had enough adventure for one go.
It feels great to have cats in our home again. Updates to follow.
Jenn mailed off a bunch of our BlizzCon schwag to a guildmate of ours on the Silver Hand server yesterday. Using her technical skills, she grabbed some images of mailboxes from the game (the world of Azeroth has a mail system that puts the real world’s to shame):
I told her I was going to post that, since it’s so damn cool.
Jenn: You’re just determined to paint us as crazy geeks to the world.
Beau: Actually, the opposite. I want to show the world this is just normal fun. If we were all huge football fans and you sent Widge’s stuff off with Washington Redskins decorations, no one would think that was odd at all. And people pay more than $100 per ticket to go to a ‘skins game, and people there dress up and wear crazy makeup and so on. No different from BlizzCon, except the weather is worse, it lasts less time and the Offspring don’t play.
Changing the world through the power of blogging. Or something.
ABC has performed a mercy-killing: Night Stalker is dead.
The premise had promise: I love me some supernatural television shows (when done in an entertaining fashion) and far be it from me to turn my nose up at an iconoclast crusading journalist character.
But other than the pilot (which was apparently the second go-round on one), the series was just … blah. Like hardcore-fans-pretend-they-never-existed bad X-Files episode blah.
The biggest remaining question left by Night Stalker being jerked off the air is … what happens over at iTunes? “Selected episodes” of Night Stalker, along with the complete runs of Lost and Desperate Housewives (and some Disney kids’ shows that only kids seem to have ever heard of) were part of the store’s foray into on-demand television. What will take its place in the line-up? It’s not like ABC is lacking for candidates. Any number of good dramas and comedies are on the network nowadays. Myself, I’m hoping for both seasons of the surprisingly good Boston Legal and the final season of The Practice, which introduced the firm of Crane, Poole and Schmidt (albeit with some different associates and partners than are on the show today) and set up a lot of the plots that are still unwinding today.
And as for Night Stalker, let’s hope, this time around, the death sticks.
Color versions of the photos from this week’s Veterans Day story:
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