Now I know where the phrase "cat fight" comes from. Jesus Christ, I hope these two get used to each other soon. It kills me to see Maddy so terrified, but I don't want to have to return Malcolm to the shelter... I love him already. Ian says (wisely) that they'll get over it soon, but it's not fun. Well, the noise of a cat growling from under the bathtub is pretty funny.

The Little Guy is home!

His name is Malcolm, and he is very sweet, although a little odd. His meow is incredibly strange-sounding, like a cross between a bird and a robot... I'm a first soprano, and I can't even come close to making the noises he does.

He's settling in here very well. He and Maddy aren't quite sure what to do about each other just yet... there's been a little hissing and swatting, but no actual contact has been made, so I think they'll be just fine after a couple of days. Poor Maddy is all pissy with me for bringing in this horrible beast, but I'm still giving her as much loving as she wants so she doesn't feel left out.

I was supposed to keep Malcolm isolated for a few days, since shelter cats always come home with kitty colds, but one of our supposedly thumbless beasts can open the computer room door, so that was kind of pointless. So he's out and roaming freely now, and he goes to the vet for a checkup tomorrow.

Here he is, hanging out on Ian's futon:



(In case you need more, the link to my cat photo gallery is here.)

More proof that Schwarzenegger is an idiot. It would be one thing if he planned to use the saved money towards spay/neuter incentives, but as far as I can tell, he just wants to save money.

Public service announcement: spay or neuter your pets. That is all.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that unless someone needs to switch, I'll be living in West Hampstead in a single room. Friends with connections report that WH is a lovely neighbourhood with lots of good pubs and cafes nearby, and only 15-20 minutes by tube from the centre of London. Yay!

News! I'm getting another cat, as many of you know. He is a stripy orange boy, 1.5 years old, and reportedly plays well with others. I figure that the Neediest Cat In The World should have someone besides Ian to snuggle with while I'm away, so hopefully she likes him. Here he is:



His current name is Alex, but not for long. Ian and I are in the all-important process of discussing names... we're thinking Milo or Angus, or possibly Fergus. Last night as I was falling asleep, the name Arthur popped into my head for him, which is how Maddy's name came to me, so I think it should be considered. Yes, I'm approaching Crazy Cat Lady status, but to be a CCL you have to have two more cats than you presently own. I'm not there yet.

I'm finally done with the LSAT, which means my time is once again my own (well, mostly... I still have to go to work and stuff, and there's my distance ed class to consider, but my major academic obligation for the summer is over). Yay! I am also full of very tasty curry right now. Mmmmm, curry. I am a happy camper.

It's come down to final decision time for my London accommodations... it's a tie between the International Students House and the hotel in West Hampstead, which is starting to sound pretty damn good now that further information has been forthcoming. If I go with Hampstead, I might even be able to get my own room... quite convenient for a quick shag with Prince William if I happen to run into him in a bookshop or something. Okay, that's not going to happen. But still, a room to myself would be very, very nice.

Input, people! I have until the end of this week to decide...

Fuckity fuck. Computer is home, and I am $400 poorer. So of course, computer is still not working. Argh.

Woohoo! It's not the logic board, it's the hard drive. So I still have to cough up to get it fixed, but I can get it fixed and upgrade the hard drive for way, way less than it would have cost to replace the logic board. I'm happy.

Now, of course, I have to crawl under the bed and dig out all my software install disks.