Kitty City is pretty quiet these days. We got four new kittens on Saturday, but they all got snapped up during the adopt-a-thon, as did kitten Boomer. His brothers, Frisky and Tipper, were taken home because they were trying to nurse off one another, so they're spending some time with a surrogate mother. Pocket Weasel was sold, but Tube Rat and Carpet Shark are still around. I also know now that the latter two are males, so I don't have to refer to them as "it"s any more. Dr Z (a kitten I fell in love with about the time I got Heidi who had to go home due to ringworm) is back, as is his orange brother Evian. If I had named the Doc, it would have been "Mistoffeles" since his facial markings are just like the make-up for the character in Cats.
I'm attending the wedding of my cousin Sandy (and visiting family for about a week) next week. Then there's erish's wedding on October 11th, and then Seattle to join Andy at his IEEE conference and meet/hang out with people the weekend of October 24th. I wonder if the cats will recognize us when all is said and done. Andy may set up the Foo cam again while I'm in Rome so I can see the kitties and him.
I'll probably have some real news in a few days. We still have the pimpmobile (aka big ugly boat, aka <censored>) and are still working on getting a car to replace our poor Civic.
The other night I heard a crash followed by the sound of pills rolling around (still in the jar). I had bought aspirin earlier that day but not yet opened it, so the seal was still intact and I wasn't too worried. It soon became obvious that someone was playing so enthusiastically that we wouldn't get any sleep if I didn't take it away. I turned on the light, and it turned out Gail and Heidi were tag-teaming. They'd knocked Andy's pill container off of the counter and gotten one of the compartments open. A quick check with him revealed that the compartment had not been empty. I saw Heidi playing with something, and when she saw me looking she put her paw over it. Pill #1. I finally found pill #2 under the bathroom scale. Oh well, at least I didn't have to make any calls to the kitty poison hotline.