Mycroft! Love. He looks so much like Switch at that age!

Actually, this is my favorite shot of baby Switch.

May Mycroft not suffer from gluttony and get a woggle. And he's got very pretty eyeliner.

Kitty!

I have the weirdest biological clock. I look at babies and go "Yeah, it's a kid, so what?", but I look at kittens and my innards go "Want!"

I love that my friend and neighbor called to check on me, see if there was anything she could do, offering to shop or drink with me. I hit gold buying here, it's given me an incredible support network I never expected.

Loki is STILL playing with his favorite (sunbleached neon green, tailless and eyeless) mouse. Maybe he'll lose some weight.

I think one reason I love cats is that they are baby sized and they purr. Totally stimulates and satisfies my maternal instinct.

sarameg, in re: cat toys under the stove, I used duct tape to create a "skirt" under the exposed edges of the stove. It's sturdy enough to repel batted toys, but it doesn't completely block air or cleaning.

Guys, I can't recommend pet insurance enough. It's not something one really thinks about, but when the pets start racking up the vet bills, it's a great thing to have. The insurance for both cats for three years cost me less than that one trip to the emergency vet when I thought Leo was really sick.

I have the weirdest biological clock. I look at babies and go "Yeah, it's a kid, so what?", but I look at kittens and my innards go "Want!"

Me too! You may be weird, but you are not alone.

Soon-to-be-Mycroft looks exceptionally intelligent! Good kitty.

We just got pet insurance--or at least a medical plan--for Shadow through his vet. Free shots! Considering one of Shadow's neighborhood playmates is a skunk--yes, a real skunk--his shots need to be up to date.

Hubby has looked outside of an evening and seen Shadow playing tag with another black fuzzy creature, but one with a white stripe down its back. They actually chase each other back and forth across the yard.

Me too! You may be weird, but you are not alone.

We are legion!

Kitteh is 3 months old; formerly feral but now domesticated by abovementioned foster-humans; big goofy affectionate boy-kitten, soon to be named Mycroft. He won't be home for a few more days, until we get all his shopping done and checkup appointments made and the like. He is CUUUUUUTE.

Damn it! U STOLED MY KITTAH NAME!

(Not that I'll have a Mycroft anytime soon. Next animal we get will be a second greyhound. If it's male, it may wind up as Sherlock. Depending.)

I love that my friend and neighbor called to check on me, see if there was anything she could do, offering to shop or drink with me. I hit gold buying here, it's given me an incredible support network I never expected.

sarameg, I thought of you and your awesome neighborhood today, b/c we had a Great Neighbor Day today. There's a woman who lives about 2 blocks down who owns -- and is still buying -- many of the houses on our street, which she rents out. We've gotten to know her a little bit, since she's so often around, checking on/working on her properties. She and her partner also rescue abandoned cats, get them spayed, and find them homes. She's good people.

Anyway, she bought the house 4 doors down from us and has been renovating it since Jan/Feb. When I walk Kato after work, I'd usually run into her and she'd update me on the house. We got an invitation on our door the other day for an open house today to welcome the new tenants, which I thought was the nicest thing ever. Plus we got to see the renovations, which are top-notch.

So we met the new neighbors, and met a couple other people we hadn't met yet, and chatted with Landlady and her partner. Super nice. And then, walking home, our next-door neighbor was in the yard staring balefully at her reel mower, and we waved hi, and she said, "I just knocked on your door -- the mower isn't cooperating and I can't figure out what the problem is!" (Tim had sharpened the blades for them last month, so now he is Lawnmower Expert Dude.)

We were on the way to the vet with Toke, so we just let her use our mower, and told her Tim would collect it when we got back. When we got home, she had left a big note on the door thanking us, with a picture of a kitty that their little girl drew to make Toke feel better.

I love our neighborhood. It's the Cincinnati kindred-spirit neighborhood of sarameg's.

I envy you your neighborhoods. Here in Mormon Utah, if they don't see you in church, you get suspicious looks as they walk past the house. Though Hubby has a knack for chatting up neighbors and I try to at least say Good evening if someone's within 10 feet. Though I often get looks of uncertainty in return, as if their brains are saying, "Does the Anti-Christ say Good Evening?"