Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

Last night, Evil deigned to allow me to put her on my bed, and permitted me to pet her at great length (relatively speaking). She also purred for the first time since her last vet visit. It's hard to describe how very happy that made me. She was acting a lot like her old self. This "putting up with mom's affectionate crap" didn't last very long, maybe 20 minutes, but that was enough. She even came into the kitchen yesterday morning and Myaaah!'d at me.

I think I finally have my family trained to keep the basement door closed too. If they leave it open, she slinks down there and sits under the couch, but if she's upstairs she occasionally wanders onto the sunporch, or onto her perch in the window. Besides, do you know how hard it is to maneuver a syringe into a cat's mouth when they're velcroed (with their mouth away from you) to the floor under the couch?

Otherwise, a very quiet weekend, and I don't anticipate it getting much more raucous tomorrow.

Feel free to stop on over and visit the Stephranger, and give her advice on how to deal with Creepy C*lby, the man physically incapable of making a phonecall after he's made a date. Then head over for some very intellectual reading on religion at my ET's site. It's thought-provoking, and if you're like me, you'll read it and go "AHA! I GET it now!" And that? Is an awesome thing. (And not in the Wyld Stallions way.)

Props to the "N" for showing Daria movies last night. It was like being in high school again, but so much better.