Many of you probably already know that Minnow hasn’t been all that well for the past year, so I hope this isn’t too much of a shock. She declined a bit last week, got worse this week, and just now at the vet’s we agreed her time had come.
Here she is springing about in Vancouver a couple years ago.
As Rumble is such a jealous little bully, and we are so determined to spoil him, we will be violating our two-cat policy, and won’t be seeking a new baby. He is, as of now, our only child.
I was away for the weekend, folks–if you haven’t seen the pics, you will soon!–and now I’m digging my way out of an Enormous Pile of Behind. But here’s this week’s Buffy essay, for your reading pleasure.
There are a large number of condos-in-progress in our neighborhood, and each of them, pretty much, has a display suite with a sales office. There’s one I pass four to five times a week which has annoyed me simply by being closed whenever I might be inclined to go in.
We aren’t necessarily gonna buy, or buy here, but it’s intelligence-gathering.
Anyway, said place–King Blue–was open to the public for Nuit Blanche and had actors doing the Romeo and Juliet farewell scene in their demo suite. I have no idea who these actors are, but they had smoking chemistry.
They also had the Hamlet gravediggers in their main sales center, but R&J were just plain better.
This week’s BtVS essay is on “Entropy,” which–in case you’ve forgotten–is the one where Anya and Spike get drunk together and things happen. Sad, spoilery and not too difficult to understand stuff.
I’ll be on the road this weekend, so I may pop in on the comments thread very sparingly.
I am several weeks ahead of these essays in terms of viewing, so right now I’m watching the very last episodes of S6. For all that the general woe of this season doesn’t work for me, I do love the rampage at the end, and its resolution.
I bought the bag covered in cat butts in Rome, at the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary.
I bought it mostly to give money to the worthy cause of kibble, veterinary care and spaying for the cats of Rome, but it turned out that bag was not only the lightest, best-organized, all-around handiest purse-like object I’ve ever owned, but it got compliments wherever it went. Seriously. Women with fashion knowledge were all, like, “OMG, that bag!”
Had I known, I’d have bought five more and spread the kibble love.
Anyway. It’s been two years, just about, since Rome and the bag is dying. I contemplated calling Rome and having a pointless conversation in my appalling Italian: Avete … um, do you still have this bag? Would you consider shipping this bag? Does any of you cat-loving women know from Paypal? And then I got over myself and went to Kelly’s new fave bag store in the PATH.
There I found one bag that had the same double strap, of the same length, and virtually the same pockets. (It’s heavier, which is not a plus, but what can you do?) And what the heck, peeps? It too is covered in cats.
Will it garner the praise of its predecessor? Hard to say.