If it's not about food...

...it's about cats. And there were those who said to me, "Your life is so interesting! You should start a blog!" It is interesting sometimes, but I can't talk about everything, now can I?

So Giblet is getting sweeter and nicer every day that passes, and more like a cat and less like a strange crabbed old woman. She still snores, though. I know one of her previous owners treated her very well, and so I think a lot of her happiness here has been because she's the only cat, and because J & I dote on her. And, as grad students, we tend to be home a lot more than the average dayjobber.

We're looking forward to getting kittens, but we're still really going to miss this kitty when she leaves on Friday. Even if she did knock over a glass early this morning.

At the moment, though, she has turned down both our laps for the "bed" I got for her at the post office this morning:



She also has a daybox in the kitchen:



(Of course one box is from Amazon and the other from Fresh Direct.)

In other news, since we're meant to get nasty weather tomorrow (apparently heavy rain/wintry mix--we have a dusting of hard icy snow now), and since we had a fish feast last night, J & I have decided to postpone our stuffed fish plan and make carrot soup again tomorrow night. I guarantee that it--however simple--will be better than the shite a lot of people will be eating on their big romantic evenings out tomorrow!

The Book I'm Not Reading (at the moment): Bambi Schieffelin's The Give and Take of Everyday Life, about language socialization amongst the Kaluli of Papua New Guinea. I'm slightly more a fan of the Kaluli than the Trobriand Islanders (which is not difficult, with the grudge I hold the Trobrianders...long story), but this book is fairly entertaining nonetheless--since, as y'all know, I'm newly fascinated with linguistic anthropology.