Pooka is Rescued!

I noticed Mina crouched intently by our doorway to the main hall of the apartment block, so I opened the door and found a cat just outside of it.

This is Pooka immediately after he ducked into our suite, scared and alone:



I took the digital camera down to our caretaker's suite and showed her the photo. She immediately recognized who the cat belonged to.

This is the owner, whose name I didn't catch, with Pooka (who had hidden under one of our small desks and had to be coaxed out by her). Caption: "I'm safe now, BITCH! I've got my MOMMY to protect me!!!"



I don't know why stray cats always show up on my doorstep, but they do.

Erg...

Trying to wake up and not doing a very good job of it. I need more coffee.

( Cut for female stuff )

Last night I finally broke the barrier on MM -- I did three pages, each in an hour, and then started turning out pages every 30-45 minutes. I'm crossing my fingers that I can keep up that speed today.

Time to find something to listen to on the studio TV and get down to work... after I scan the latest LJ-related wank, of course.

Organic? Hell, yeah!

I just had a big slice of lasagna for supper (left over from Thursday night) along with a bowl of tossed green salad. When I went to get the new bottle of ranch dressing that George had picked up I discovered that he had bought an organic brand rather than our usual brand, so I popped open the top and gave it a try.

What a difference real buttermilk makes. And real garlic. And other ingredients presumably more wholesome than what you'd find in your average bottle of salad dressing. It is full-bodied, rich, and delicious, and it was exactly the same price as the brand I usually buy.

Guess who's going organic from now on, at least when it comes to salad dressing?