This weekend I took a big step in my trek to the inevitable spinsterhood that awaits me. I got a cat. Carrie’s uncle had two kittens that he needed to give away, and since they were already litter-trained and free…I have a kitten. Carrie brought him home last night and he’s soooo cute. Colin is only 6 weeks old and full of energy. He’s very tiny and amusingly goes to pounce on things, but then gets frightened and runs away. He slept on my bed last night and just about flew across it when my alarm clock went off. He eats like he’s never been fed and meows for some unknown reason. I love him. And you’re all welcome to come over and play with him.
In other news, TARCon was fantastic. The highlight would definitely be the 5 or 10 minutes I got to spend standing next to Phil. Oh, Phil. How I love you. And though Chip was a complete jerk on the show, he’s excessively pretty in real life. Mmm, Chip. I just hope there’s a fifth season so there can be a fifth TARCon. In the meantime, though, I’m getting my pictures developed today. And if I can get my stupid scanner/copier/printer to work, those will be up on the Internet in the near future.
Current song in my head:
“When It’s Over” by Sugar Ray