Okay, the new design is done and up. I don’t think I’ll be messing with it any more because I think it looks good enough, you should be able to see the banner at the top of the page, and I don’t know why the links in the body of the entry are in blue and NOT underlined and the ones in the sidebar are black and underlined. I personally prefer the blue/ not underlined look, but after all the help Fred uncomplainingly gave me this weekend getting the fucking page to look the way I want, I’m not going to ask him to do one more thing with it.
(This week.)
The threaded comments – where you can reply directly to another comment if you want to – are back, and that’s another thing Fred fixed for me, making it look like I want it to.
Fred has put up with a lot of shit from me lately. Thank god for patient geeks who put up with difficult women.
I made a few changes in the sidebars. Jake and Elwood are now listed under permanent residents and even have their own page. I moved Mister Boogers’ picture over there to the right under the search box because people keep wandering through, seem to be surprised to find that he’s died, and do searches to find out when and how. If they click on the picture, it’ll take them right to the entry where I wrote about him.
I can’t believe it’s been two months.
If anything looks particularly wonky to you, let me know!
Why have you not been demanding Jake and Elwood updates, people? Do you not adore the Jake and the Elwood? Have you fallen out of love with their sassy ways?
Well, NOT THAT YOU ASKED, they’re doing just fine. They each have their own little personality. Jake’s a fighter prone to making the Mister Boogers face, and Elwood’s a lover who’ll purr his goofy little head off if you so much as glance in his direction.
We let them out of the guest room for good on Friday (until then, we’d been allowing them the run of the house during the day, then putting them in the guest room at night), and Elwood jumped up on me during the night several times. That was fine, as long as he jumped up on me and went to sleep or just quietly lay there, I had no problem with that. When he decided to attack my feet, though, that was when the can of air came out.
Jake and Elwood have developed a healthy respect for the can of compressed air.
The two following nights, I don’t know where they spent the night, but it wasn’t on me.
They are both such sweet monkeys, love to be picked up and petted and kissed. They’re both verrrrry interested in the foster kittens, and if it weren’t for the fact that the fosters will all be recovering from surgery at one point or another, I’d likely let the Blues boys in to play with them. As it is, I don’t quite dare, and so they have to be happy smacking at each others’ paws under the door.
We calls him… FANG!
In case you haven’t been over to Love & Hisses, Sam’s the only one who ended up having surgery on Friday. You can read the day-after-surgery entry here and then the day-after-the-day-after-surgery entry here.
So far, Sam’s doing fine. His eyes looked a little rough to me yesterday, and I made Fred come upstairs and swear to me that they looked okay and his eyelids weren’t going to come popping off and go bouncing across the room (also, he referred to them as “eyelips”, and I laughed and laughed). Sam’s acting like he does not know WHAT the fuss is, please stop LOOKING at me and go away lady unless you have food for me.
I still worry that he’s going to not heal right, but so far things seem to be going well so I’m not too worried.
This is how the kittens feel about Mondays.
(My favorite part of this picture: Bill in the background, slumped over with his foot in the air, looking very Bill the Cat.)
If that’s not a Mister Boogers look on Jake’s face, I don’t know what is.
Previously
2008: No entry.
2007: I don’t get the Winehouse lurve, but y’all just rock on with your bad selves, I s’pose.
2006: That part where McMurphy is trying to take off her scrubs and the back of her shirt is glued to her back with dried blood brings me to tears every single time I watch it.
2005: Is it just me, or does Eric Schaeffer play an inordinant number of characters named Sam?
2004: My day, in progress.
2003: This entry is comprised of nothing but cat pictures, because I’m clearing off the memory stick to start September fresh, with an empty memory stick.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: He said “Maybe you’re losing slower than me because you BELIEVE you’ll lose slower than me!”