What will we discover next...

In the wild world of poo? Every day is a new adventure, full of new and surprising discoveries! Sunday night, it was a poo-explosion from Jesper resulting in his shunning to the bathroom for a few hours while I worked up the courage to go in there, wash his little bum and clip it with a pair of hair-cutting scissors. The garden tub and bathroom floor were painted with poo, artistically arranged in Pollock-esque swirls and splotches. I figured he wouldn't have clearance issues until his fuzz grew back in a month or so. WRONG.

Last night it was another amazing achievement for poo-kind - a footlong poo. Poo was still falling out as Jesper wandered into the living room, where he plopped his little bum down and SCOOTED ALONG THE FLOOR, leaving a "trail" and twiddling his feet as he scooted! Caspian laughed until he cried. As soon as we finished disinfecting the first trail, right in front of us, he SCOOTED AGAIN, his little white paws wiggling! I would have been so furious if I hadn't been laughing so hard.

Why is our boy cat so messy, irritating and insane, while our girl cat is delicate, fastidiously clean and never does a bad thing (well, not never - rarely, maybe)? Seems way too stereotypical and human. I think a large part of the problem is that Jesper is a long-haired, exploding-with-fuzz cat, while Kiska is a short-haired sleek one. The weighty responsibility of cleaning all of that fuzz WITH ONE'S TONGUE would drive anyone to madness.

I haven't really discussed the happenings of everyday life, but I've been so busy that I'm surprised I'm not feeling burdened by them. Must be because I'm choosing to do things that I find rewarding, rather than things I think others might find interesting. In addition to working 8-9 hours per day (and work has recently been entertaining and rewarding), I've spent most of my weekend hours out and about with various people, and most of my after-work time practicing piano, doing yoga, running, volunteering, sewing and performing domestic duties. And watching Sailor Moon. Silver Latin lessons at Elite start next Tuesday, so that's another thing to add to the list. I've also got a master class this Sunday and have barely learned the Tcherepnin Bagatelle I'm supposed to perform.

I bought tonight's garment-sewing class materials yesterday after work - black cotton with white polka dots, delicate buttons made of abalone shells, interfacing and the pattern for the top we're creating. It's not stylish, but it's cute, classic and may be suitable for work. At worst, it will be a good learning experience. It's amazing how cheap these clothes-making materials are compared to finished, store-bought clothes made in Thailand sweatshops. I think I paid about $15 for everything and will be happy to provide the labor.

The above paragraphs explain why I gave my OKgo ticket to N last night. Gah! From what I hear this morning via multiple friends, I missed out on an awesome show. Feeling pretty guilty and loserish this morning about that. In a heartbeat, I'd trade in my well-restedness and poo-coated evening for raucous fun at Lincoln Theater and 1:30am Waffle House visits.