Just when we thought we had Giblet figured out (a female, calico version of Garfield), I discovered that she actually has a bit of play in her after all! I dug out an old shoelace from my dear departed Doc Martens, and she chased the string & me around the apartment for a while last night. We may not have her long enough to slim her down, but at least she'll have a happy couple of weeks with us. (It's not looking like her owner will abandon her with us--which is good news, since then we can get KITTENS!)
Maybe I'll catch Giblet on candid camera tonight with the shoestring. Or on audio--she makes a fearful WHUMP! when she jumps up and lands.
The book I'm not reading: Arturo Escobar's Encountering Development: The Making and Unmaking of the Third World. I'm about to sit down with it, though. Fascinating stuff...though according to my advisor I must watch out about using that f- word. Luckily, this is a blog and not a grant proposal.