Those Present Concerns

The cats have been driving me crazy, and threatening the peaceful balance between me and J.M..

Pangor has continued to use the front hallway as his personal litter box, finally to the complete exclusion of the real thing. J.M. has been none to impressed. Understandably, but as I have been trying to figure solutions in the back of my brain, he's been fretting on my last nerve, and indicating that he'd rather the crazy one be (re: he would be happier) elsewhere. Admittedly, this has been a stinky, physically unpleasant problem, but animals are living, breathing things, with feelings, and confusions; and I did not want to further traumatize the poor feline, who is already, clearly, disturbed. (I think he hallucinates.)

This all calumniated with me quipping back to J.M. on his way out of the house a couple of nights ago, "How 'bout I just have him put to sleep?"

To which he responded, "I'm sorry I'm being such a bitch about it," and we had, I suppose, what amounted to a version (a faggy, repressed sort of version) of a fight, before he left. Then we didn't talk for a couple of days.

During which time I think I may have solved the problem: new litter box, garbage can out back, repeated scrubbing of the hallway, and some stern manhandling of the cat. These are the elements of a productive equation. So far, so good.

The silence broke this morning, and thus far there have been no "accidents". Happily, J.M.'s grant came through in the mail today, and he's off to New York, New York tomorrow, so the day's shaping up to be a good one.

My god, sometimes life is mediocre.

Me Real Slow Too

Thank god for you. How great was it for me to check my e-mail on Monday and find the invite to our blog? Had it been up to me, the ol' inbox might have stayed empty. Hurrah for the follow-through!

One of my measly excuses for the delay on this post is that it took me ages to figure out what my name was gonna be. Who knew "Mini" and "Small Wonder" would be taken?! Curse those other lovers of small. So I took inspiration from your invite. I still love small. But I love soup too! It seemed to make sense.

I love this idea. I shan't tell you when I've posted a message. I'll leave it up to you to discover. It's like we're part of a top-secret club and we have a top-secret hiding place (often a hole in a tree trunk or something of the sort) where we trade messages.

I promise I won't leave the tree-trunk empty. Hee!