We *may* be getting a cat tomorrow.

My wife and eldest are to travel to see the cat, see if the cat is acceptable, and see whether we are acceptable to the cat. It would be nice to have a cat around the place again, honestly. Although I’ll have to go back to regularly dosing myself with magical Tablets of Allergy Negation* again.

We’re still trying to decide whether or not to rename the cat. I’m kind of favoring ‘Kadath,’ because Lovecraft, but I’m not the only one who gets a vote. For that matter, the cat might actually answer to the original name. :shrug: Guess we’ll see…

Moe Lane

*I would have done crimes for this stuff at the age of twenty-three.

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Tweet of the Day, Isn’t This How You Get Assigned A Cat? edition.

My wife’s family just had cats… show up at the house, wait for a human to open the door, and then saunter in. She explained it to me before we got married, and danged if it didn’t promptly happen to us, too. Which is fine, really: it seems more efficient this way.

Quote of the Day, …That Poor CATS Reviewer edition.

You can tell that he’s seen what cannot be unseen. I have not vetted this particular critic, as is my usual wont, on the grounds that this review is just too damn funny not to share. I had to make a gut call, and I did. That’s why I’m here.

The film that everyone is in is largely the musical of cats singing about what kind of cat they are and this repeats until you pray for the sweet release of death. Tom Hooper’s direction to his actors for this semblance of a plot was to act it super horny. That doesn’t give Cats a raw sexual energy as much as it makes everything incredibly uncomfortable like when Rum Tum Tugger (Jason Derulo) is dumping milk into cats’ faces or Macavity just seems more nude than other cats even though technically all the cats are nude. But if it wasn’t enough to make the cats horny (why are they so horny), Hooper also feels the need to make it gross by having them dig through trash and play up their animal instincts. Cats always feels like it’s two seconds away from turning into a furry orgy in a dumpster. That’s the energy you have to sit with for almost two hours.

Tweet of the Day, Well. Yes edition.

This is pretty much how it works.

https://twitter.com/AwwwwCats/status/1155100336446685184

Although my favorite one I ever saw along those lines was the guy who said something like So, hey, I live on the fifth floor, and this cat just squeezed through the bars of my window and is here now. What’s up with that? and everybody else said Well, what’s up with that is, you have been assigned a cat. That’s just how cats do.