Well, in that case, it's like DK, too. I kid, because I love.

It's kind of like Bitches, but without powerpoint.

Bitches has PP?

AH'VE BEEN DOIN' IT RONG.

oh. i totally messed that up.

Thanks, slayeroshadow and Scrappy. I can live with it taking a few months, as long as there's a good chance it will eventually be OK. I know they'll probably never be good friends, but I would at least like to get to the point where we can leave them alone together without worrying for their safety.

Also, some jumping-on is to be expected. If it's a sudden jump or a dominating stance (grabbing the other cat by the back of the neck) then W is trying to tell C whose house it is. C may cry piteously and drmatically but it's just them working things out. However, if there is lots of stiff-legged staring and low-throated growling and hissing, then a REAL fight is in the offing and that can be dangerous.

This looked and sounded like a pretty serious attack, complete with high-pitched yowling and screaming. But I take your point, and I know that some aggression and physical altercations are normal. Mostly, I'm worried about Chesterfield getting hurt, since he is so much smaller than Worthington, so I do think we need to be a little more cautious until he can defend himself more easily. And in the meantime, we have plenty of water bottles and are not afraid to use them!

Edit: Erin, that is a huge relief to hear! And I had totally been forgetting that C. isn't even fixed yet, since he's so little, so that should make a real difference. Thank you so much for the advice!

I kinda like the idea of Bitches running a Toastmaster's thing, with PP.

Table Topics: Naked Hot People. Merkins I Have Known. The Unbearable Sadness of the Misused Semicolon.

(I googled, too.)

It would SO cutthroat and vicious! In a nice way. Our standards would be ridic high on vocabulary.

It basically sounds like Toastmaster's needs 6 people to do every month what 1 English teacher does every day.

I need a toastmasters type thing. I used to be good at public speaking. I don`t know how I talked myself into not being good at it but I want it back.

Yeah, but as an English teacher you don't get to award yourself a new title for telling people how many times they said "um".

as an English teacher you don't get to award yourself a new title for telling people how many times they said "um

and yet again, I was doing it wrong. I had many titles, including La Maestra Suprema, Lady Miss G, and Empress of Grammar.

If they hadn't fired me, I'd be Potentate of the Multiverse by now. Stupid wonky uterus ruined my 'verses domination. Bitch.

I miss public speaking. That was a good part of my MI job. Overshadowed, but good.

Where's the cranberry? Seems like a gimme.

Oh, dear god, ita.

That was nastier than goatse.