and if you take him back, i'm gonna lose my nerve

Last night, I got home from work and there was a cat on my balcony. Normally, this wouldn't deserve a blog entry, but this case is special. I first heard said cat crying loudly and looked out to see that it had climbed about 5 feet high on the screen. Meanwhile, my own cat Tuesday was going crazy, hissing and whatnot. After a minute or so (are you visualizing with me or just reading?) said skinny gray cat climbed down and opened the screen with its un-de-clawed paw and tried to run inside. Was this cat hiungry, crazy, or love-starved? I didn't care to find out. I managed to grab the cat and put it back outside, closing the glass door, hoping the cat was not strong enough to open this door as it did the screen. I decided that if the cat was hungry, I could not deny it some food and water, so I tried to put some outside for it, but the cat would have none of it. Gray, as I will call him or her, got his or her head inside before I could close the door, so I was stuck trying to get the cat's head out without allowing the rest of the cat to get back inside, in which I was not successful. You probably think that this cat was acting wildly when he or she got inside, but you'd be wrong. Perfect lady/gentleman. So I got it back outside, and tried to forget the whole thing happened, though my Tuesday was still crouched in a corner hissing. End of a pointless story? Not yet.

For the next couple hours, it sounded like I was involved in a cat horror movie. Gray (did you forget I named the cat Gray? I did.) screamed and wailed and ran his or her claws along the window as if this cat was Freddy Krueger teasing me before coming inside to kill me. I managed to get the food and water out the second time without having Gray get his or her head inside my apartment, relieving some of my misplaced guilt. At some point in the night, Gray must have gone away, but the food I was able to put outside was eaten, so I hope that helped. Cat terrorism must end. Do your part, and hopefully they will leave us alone.

every little thing she does is magic

Readers, I have just received the greatest news imaginable! Bush impeached finally? No. Troops all coming home? Nope. An end to hunger? Better! Ginger is back!!!! (see post: i'm so very hot that when i rob your mansion, you ain't call the cops you call the fire station.) I've missed you, Ginger!!!