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It’s Saturday, and it really is Saturday, both by the calendar and in my brain.

I’ve mostly lived through the Death Flu, and have come out the other side with very little voice to speak of (PUNNY!!) and some residual sinussy ick. I went to work on Thursday and Friday, and croaked through all my calls. I think I got my callers off the line faster because my throat hurt. That will help my stats. . . . I should lose my voice more often.

I’m still not interested in eating a lot of food, a condition which I’m trying to encourage. 

In other news, on Wednesday, Barrett and I decided that new climbing furni would be a great first-birthday gift for the cat.  She’ll be 1 on 2/25.  We bought her a couple of furniture pieces which we’ll be bolting together to make a Kitty Tower eXtreme.  One piece is a three-hole kitty condo, with a big scratching post to one side … and it has a flat top.  The other piece is something I fell in love with and insisted that we purchase … it’s a castle hidey-hole that has a roomy interior, sheepskin base, and is perfect for the relaxing kitty. 

Is it not perfect?  We got one that’s dark-gray on the outside.  We’ll bolt the castle to the top of the condo, and put it by the window, so Kismet can watch the birds at the bird feeders.  Kismet, being a cat, has decided to stash some of her favorite toys inside the castle already.  Barrett found two Octos and her Jellyfish inside the castle yesterday.  (Octo = “Great balls of Fur” from Hartz … Jellyfish = similar to the upper-right plushy jellyfish, only … a little over-loved…)  Kismet also plays hard with her “birdies”, the feathers of which are strewn all around the new furniture.

Are we suckers for the fuzzy cat?  Oh, and how.   But she’s the best.  I bought her actual ADULT kitty food, which she immediately applied herself to.  She’s not a fussy eater, which is oh-so-nice.   And throughout my flu, Kismet was a real trooper.  While I was up at 3 AM in the office having breathing treatments, she’d lie behind the computer monitor and purr, and occasionally reach out and pat my hand.  It was very sweet. 

She deserves a good birthday, although she has absssosooolllutely NO concept of “birthday” at all.  She is Cat.  And that is all.   But she enjoys the new stuff rather a lot.  And she’ll love being on the tip-top of the new tower, which will remind everyone of her status: Cat Queen of the Whole House and All the Birdies Outside.