cydniey

i haven't had much to say. i've been keeping myself busy and the laptop as well as the desktop are off most of the time.

i had to uninstall all chat programs on the laptop to try to make it run faster. it didn't work. i may put trillian back on. i want to be able to communicate with people. i need more friends in my area. i need to communicate with humans, period. i isolate completely from society and i want that to change. i only talk to doc and M and it's because i live with them.

i occurred to me last night that i can't go back to live spoken word. with my tooth appliance in, i can't talk right. i have a severe lisp and my mouth sounds like it's full of cake. that was kind of a bummer to realize. i can still do it over the web because then i don't have to have my partial in, it doesn't matter what i look like. maybe when i get one that fits better. i hope our dental coverage stays the same. i haven't heard from doc about what else changed, besides mental health. i guess we'll get something in the mail about it, we usually do.

i found out that leonard Loves catnip. i lured him out from behind the bed with it the other day. he tries to sneak into the bedroom sometimes when we walk in. for me he stays out in the open, if it's doc, he runs for behind the bed. he really goes nuts for it, the other cats like it, but he's out of control with it. he's still fighting with tech, but he comes out into the living room and lays down in the evening. during the day we can't keep him off the balcony. and then he sleeps on my worktable. so cute.

leonard (i'm sick of the other spelling) is using the outside box, and he uses the dog door on his own. congratulations leonard, you are a Buffers cat! a month of worry and stress and thinking it couldn't possibly get better, even a near trip to the shelter, and it finally worked itself out. patience, you all said. it will happen, you all told me. and i lack patience and panicked at each new obstacle. now he's a functioning cat in our household. i hope his owner never comes back.

good stuff:
my twitter account was reinstated, you can find me at cydniey on twitter
i have enough stuff to do to keep me busy today
i worked out what i'm supposed to do at loudtwitter to post my twitters here, i think
chloe finally got off the laptop
much accumulated mail was gotten rid of last night
today will see the end of more
i have a task to do on my walk today
only one more box of beads to go through
no kitty messes to clean up
i got the big tangled knot out of my hair so i'm ready to wash it

we got a new maintenance man, so maybe the hundred issues here will get fixed. we've been here 8 years and rarely called maintenance, so the time is now to fix all the stuff that went wrong at once.

i've been feeling so much better with the new medications. i keep saying that, but i keep feeling better. wanting to take a shower is a big thing to me, not just having to do it to keep clean. and i want to shower and keep clean. i even want to shave my legs, which i never want to do.

there are little things i want to do around the house to declutter it. most of it is quite simple and straightforward, some of it will take a few steps before it can be done. but if i can just get the living room uncluttered, it will make all the difference in my life. the bedroom will still have it's issues, but the room that people see matters more to me. all i do in my bedroom is sleep anymore, i don't hang out in there. the tv is dying. we'll need to find a new tv soon, i wish we hadn't gotten rid of the extra one we had, though we must have had a good reason to do it. once it dies it will free up a lot of room in the bedroom. unless our friend comes through with his promise, which was to store one of his tvs here while he was in between residences. that would be really nice. i'm not really sure how i will get along going to bed without the night light and sound of a familiar movie when i go to bed. doc turns it off when he comes to bed, once i'm asleep.

the dishwasher is clean
we have all we need for home made mac and cheese
the day is cool
i have enough cigarettes
the water is chilled and filtered
the fridge is full
come this weekend, rent will be paid
only one challenge
get lynyrd going in the outside litter box
this involves locking he and jack outside on the balcony
jack to calm lynyrd down a bit
they adore each other
jack finally has his henry back
as far as he's concerned,
that is all life was lacking
he has another boy to play pounce with
more fun than the older girls
and the aggro tech

i took stock of my beads yesterday
and put many that were in bags or in tins
into empty pill bottles
some of the bottles i get are pretty big
i think i have one more small box,
but that is mostly projects sorted out
just not done, waiting for me
and i have another box for those
i think i will be able to knock a box
out of the process and i also
have my tools and cord in a clear shoebox
all my tools together is a calming thing
most of it fits oddly into a milk crate
easier to take out and work with
i needed four boxes open in front of me
no more, now just two
one small one for findings (connectors and such)
and the projects box.
much easier to work that way
it was doc's idea for me to do that yesterday
so i guess i'll finish it today

i want to organize the balcony
and vacuum it with the shop vac
so i may be out with lynyrd while he does his lesson
on being outside and not being afraid
and using the freaking litter box
he crapped on doc's blanket yesterday
bit of laundry to do
now i'm trying to find him before pee time
he hides behind the bed, i can't reach him
but he feels really safe back there

i think that's all, i could and would ramble on all day but then no one, including me, would read all the way through it. and that one bead box left is calling to me. something else completed, i like that. i suddenly care again. it feels really good. i feel again, shit. hooray for not being a zombie anymore!

have a great day, it's friday after all.

doc has been up since nine. i've been up since eight. it has been a nice morning. we got some paperwork done and watched a marathon of Top Gear, the best car show on tv. of course it's on BBC America. i love this show. i don't know that i'm learning anything about cars, but it's damn entertaining.

i've just gotten out of the shower and i feel on top of the world. my usual detangler for my naturally curly hair was unavailable, so doc got something for kids. and it works much better than the adult version. plus it smells of green apples. my favorite scent.

lynyrd has started using the cat box. we'll see what happens when we move it back to where it belongs in the entryway, but i'm feeling positive. he's adjusting well, he owns my bedroom and i can go in there at any time and call him and if he's not out, he will meow at me to let me know where he is hiding. i love this cat. it's been hell getting him here, but totally worth it. i hope the owner never comes back for him. i've changed my mind on filling the void henry left with lynyrd. he's a great cat and loves me best. what isn't to love?

i saw my shrink yesterday and things are going well. no med changes. i think we've found the right combination of pills that keep me happy and not seeing things that aren't there or hearing things that don't happen. plus i think he talks to my therapist about what's going on in my life. which helps things out a lot.

i'm going to go now and smell my hair for a while. doc is getting ready for work and i have the couch to myself. love that.

everyone have a great day, really, make it great, even if in just one small area. ttfn!

today the lynyrd kitty will be introduced to the outside box on the balcony. doc feels he is a jumping risk, but i don't think so anymore. plus, he peed in the bathroom last night on the shower foot towel. poor kitty, he couldn't hold it in any longer and is not going for the inside box with the lid. it's kept a bit cleaner, being cleaned every day, as opposed to every other day for the outside box. and again, being able to go out there will make him happy and help assimilate him with the other cats. tech doesn't spend a lot of time out there, but jack does and lk seems to like jack.

i had an unexplained crying jag yesterday. my emotions are not all killed off by the medication, much closer to the surface. a simple unpleasant exchange with doc will make me cry now, whereas before it would just make me ignore him. this way is better. i'd rather shed a few tears than shut him out.

i have to vacuum while he's out today. cat fur is even starting to bug me. i was stuffy all day yesterday, and i'm not an allergy prone person. i plan to move some furniture out from the wall and clean behind it. it's been too long since i did that. that will cut down on stored fur and dander a lot. plus it will help to generally clean and organize the living room.

there is nothing going on in my life to write about, just cat happenings, really. i don't do much and we all know i don't get out much. so cat stories and tales of housecleaning it is. maybe i should try to communicate online more, just to get some human contact. but aside from the few friends i've had online for years, namely many of you, i really don't trust anyone else to be real. and i hate not real. i've been sucked in by people's online fake personas before and been burned. it sucked. so i sit here, isolating. i miss warped's irc area. the people there were cool.

lynyrd has been hiding in a new place all day. he comes out at night to eat. as of tomorrow, he will have to put a potty break with that. the litter box is coming out of the bathroom! *happydanceofjoy* he knows where the litter box is out here, he can start using it. i can't stand the dirtiness of the litter box in the bathroom any more. i don't know how doc showers in there every day. i guess it's easier after i clean it up every morning before he gets up. if the cat is going to stay, which it looks like it is, it is time to assimilate fully. he can still sleep in the cabinet, i don't mind that. two litter boxes to clean and keep up after is enough. as often as we clean them, two is enough.

enough litter talk. kam316 sent me pictures of her new paintings. as usual, they are brilliant. she's into a whole floral phase using tissue paper and other papers and paint that is gorgeous. i'm so glad she's painting again and her work is wonderful as usual. maybe i can get her to post some in her journal, i would be presuming too much to post what she emailed me.

i hope lynyrd kitty's mum does come back and get him. i love him, but i don't want four cats. i had four cats and one of them died and i'm not ready to replace him. i suppose anything is possible and i could grow to love him enough, he doesn't seem to need much, and is grateful for what he gets. technically, he's M's, but considering tech's response to lynyrd, i don't think that's happening. but whatever, as long as we're all living together, it all evens out.

my mood has been good. not good enough to take pictures of what i need to or to make any jewelry, but really good. the cramps are not so bad and i plan to take something for them tomorrow and maybe get rid of them. in the mean time, tylenol handles the pain, i don't need pain pills for it, which is cool. i only have one left. but feeling cheery, i think i've found meds that work for me. i've said that before, but then, i didn't have doc's stamp of approval. this time i do. he's happy with the way i am, as well. the house is clean. the filing still needs to be done, and maybe this weekend it will get done, it's a thing doc and i have to do together.

i think it's time for my nap, or for me to find something to clean. i could go eliminate the litter box and then take a shower. that would work. i'm not feeling very sleepy.

new cat's name is Lynyrd. M named him. he had the generic name of Kitty, which we couldn't stand. though i still use it to make the wee beastie feel comfortable.

our bathroom is his home right now. he sleeps in the cupboard and on the floor towel in front of the bathtub. yesterday i got him to eat some pork. i'm not a fan of people food for cats, but the previous owner said he liked people food and it turns out it was the only thing he would eat. he has fresh water, which he has started drinking, and a plate of pork and wet food and dry food. he doesn't seem to have eaten any more than what i hand fed him yesterday. this morning he perked up when i came into the bathroom, but didn't move from his sleeping place. he sleeps all day, except when i go in to play with him and talk to him. he really is the sweetest cat.

the other cats spend their time in the hallway, waiting for him to come out, and occasionally sniffing under the door, but lynyrd doesn't show any interest in sniffing back. not yet.

i've resigned myself that this is going to take a while, longer than i've ever had to do it with another cat. his eating finally gave me hope. today we'll get him a litter box. until now he's had the tub to relieve himself in, which is where he went when he was in M's bathroom. he has chosen not to use it, so i'll make M stop for a litter box or aluminum roasting pan on the way home from my doctor's appointment today. then he'll be all set up.

hopefully he'll eat more today, and as long as he keeps drinking, i'll worry less. if i have to, i'll find more people food for him. maybe some scrambled eggs with no seasoning. i'll think of something.

really, the cats are my best friends now. and no one wants to hear about my cats, i know that. so i haven't been posting.

did i mention that according to my lease, there is no smoking on the premisis? god, it's like our dorm rooms at college.

the cats are my best friends now.

my leeloo, who is declawed, keeps getting aggro with one of M's clawed cats, who ends up slashing leeloo in the face, on the nose mostly, but i'm desperately afraid that lees will get slashed in the eye one of these times. leeloo, or lees is old and crotchety, she growls at me at times, and she's my favorite of the cats and i couldn't bear it if something happened that i couldn't deal with, meaning scratches on the face.

any one have suggestions how i can calm lees down so she will stop picking fights with the other cat? i'd much rather take the brunt of her growling and hissing and stop the fights when i'm around, but they fight at night and it's gotten to the point where the other cat expects lees to fuck with her and slashes at her without a fight.

i'm really stressed out here.

it's funny that i still feel suicidal. not funny "ha ha". or maybe it is funny. because i'd never do it. but it isn't strong enough to really affect me. i've got the general hopeless feeling that i always have about being a burden on doc. i love it when he laughs and he doesn't do it enough.

we talked about it last night and determined i can put xmas decorations up on thanksgiving. fair enough. i leave the tree up long enough after the holidays. which reminds me that i have to find a strand of LED multicolor lights and put them on the tree. decorating is my favorite thing. i know this year where everything is and we may even have two trees. i need more lights. and the lights for the porch, i know where they are.

that thought stayed with me long enough to write it down. rare. good.

leeloo is queen of the comfy chair right now. at some point, jack will jump up and chase her away. then he may or may not stay in the chair himself. sometimes he pounces leeloo because he's bored, sometimes he actually wants what ever it is she has.

max, the painfully shy cat, is getting bolder. we found a toy she likes and have been playing with her. if you can distract her, you can pet her. she's so little and soft i just want to pick her up and cuddle her. but it's way to early for that, she won't even do that for M and she's his cat. she's a pretty longhaired tuxedo cat. so she looks like a fluffy chloe. and jack has a thing for her. he follows her around and defers to her at the food bowl when they get their nightly canned food.

leeloo looks so peaceful and happy sleeping. i could go back to bed. but i just made a fresh pot of coffee and my teeth hurt too much to lay down. speaking of that, i can get my teeth fixed in january! and i don't have to go back to the crappy dentist who decided after a 30 second glance of my front teeth that all my teeth should be taken out. fuck that. i can't wait to get them fixed. i have a jack o' lantern smile. so i try not to smile with my mouth open. i'm going to smile all the frelling time once i get my teeth fixed. one of my front teeth broke off last night after i brushed my teeth. doc wonders why i don't want to brush my teeth. even though i use a soft brush and am careful when i brush them. shit happens sometimes.

i need to dye my roots so i can get my hair cut. i'll have long bangs. i'm getting a shag haircut. long layers. should make my hair easier to comb and easy to style. i really don't like to use anything on my hair like brushes and combs. just fingers and product. new haircut, new teeth, weight loss, new year.

Kim Wilde - Cambodia

i woke up at 7 and finally got out of bed at 8. i'm thinking i may go back to bed once doc is out of it and getting ready for work. he's taken over the bed since i got up.

leeloo continues to limp and i continue to not find the reason. one paw pad is tender to her, but it's clean and not swollen. i'll clean it out with peroxide today and see if that helps her any. it's going to piss her off plenty, but i can't see her limping, i have to fix it. if i find a problem that is more than just a sensitive pad, then we're off to the vet.

now to reinstall my cameras and maybe i'll post some pictures today. i have a bunch built up in the camera.

Black Sabbath - Supernaut

i need to get some headphones, these earbuds make the music sound so tinny. ick. it doesn't stop me from plugging in whenever i can.

it's quiet here. everyone is asleep or in their room watching movies. i plan to finish posting here and then drink some coffee and then go back to bed.

oh look, tech is in our room. and here comes leeloo to find out what the deal is. tech turns around and sees her . . . the moment of truth . . . and he turns back around, butt to leeloo, and continues to investigate. leeloo is put out. silly kitties.

the sun is out, there seems no hope for rain. speaking of which, i should really turn on the news and find out how things are going in the gulf of mexico.

filled with substance, this is not. maybe later when i'm awake i'll have something to say.

Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit

i get the feeling that the spammers read my blog. i mention seroquel and i get lawsuit spam for seroquel. i mention rehab and i get rehab spam. it's eerie.

it's sunny and hot out, but not as humid as i was hoping. we're trying to get some thunderstorms going in this desert for the weekend, and i was hoping it would start early. i can wait, i have no plans for the weekend. well, aside from trying to scam some Robertos chips and guac and a slurpee or two i have no plans.

this song was heard again last night in a soundtrack. we were watching Beer Fest. we heard it in another movie . . . Euro Trip, i think it was. i love this song and will play it on repeat as often as i can. it's a happy, punk french song that defies translation. i've found at least four translations online, none of them agree with each other. aside from the refrain (which means "this life's for me"), it seems to be a mix of french and english gibberish. that doesn't take anything from the song, it's just happy. guitars and saxaphones and happy joy.

i changed the layout of my lj pages. purple and black and bats. i'm over my orange fetish for now. it will return, but i really liked the purple and the bats were a bonus. i probably have the same layout as half the tweener goths on this site, but i don't care.

i'm going to go clean my silver jewelry. cyn hooked me up with a polishing method, or rather a tarnish remover. i sweat so easily. doc threw his blanket over me this morning and i thought i was going to have a heat stroke. i really cannot stand when it's too hot. i didn't move to the desert for the heat (though it is a plus never having to deal with snow), i moved here because i knew everything would be air conditioned. hee.

leeloo is asleep at my feet and tech is in our room scoping things out. if she finds out he's in there, she's going to thump him. right on top of the head, like tech did to jack, leeloo does to tech.

M has been here a bit under two months and i am so frelling glad he moved in. he's easy to talk to, he's honest (even when the question is "i'm flipping out a little here, aren't i?"), and he's funny. i love hanging out with him in the afternoons and evenings. he even offers to help me with my chores. all around great guy. some girl better grab him up, he's one of the good ones.

now tech is in my lap. have i mentioned what a big cat he is? not fat, just frelling huge. he takes up my lap and has plenty left over to dangle iin his balance. he's such a sweet and loving cat. he reflects M's personality. wow, this cat puts off a lot of body heat. wow. hot lap.

wasn't i going to go do something?

i want a kitten. i've been going through journals and seeing pictures of henry and i miss him so much. stupid cat. he was my fuzzle buddy. leeloo has tried to take his place. she sleeps at my feet all day, she comes into the bathroom and meows at me, she even sleeps between doc and i on the couch when we are sitting there together. she curls up in bed with us. she's really stepped up into the alpha cat when it comes to loving. jack is still too young to want to be with the humans. he comes in for love when i'm in the bedroom, or he leads me into doc's bedroom (let's be honest, it's jack's bedroom, he's the only one that sleeps in there) for fuzzles on doc' low bed. and then there's chloe that sits up on the desk while i'm working and lets me type around her.

doc is four square against a new kitten.

and now alisa has weighed in, no kitten. i have no time to train a new kitten right now and she doesn't want me distracted on my publicity tour.

so no kitten. i see the wisdom.

but i still miss henry. stupid cat.

i have just closed off the next to the last place henry can hide. and the last place is doc's closet and henry isn't spry enough to jump up to get anywhere. if he was pouty before, he's just plain goth now. i couldn't pout this well. he lay facing the door to my room, tail straight out behind him. he is a missle of kitty will, trying to open the door with his mind. his dark kitty mind of the pout.

now that i've taken his bed out of his pen and put the litterbox there, i can't find a place for his bed. though he seems to have lost interest in it. i don't know if it's the bed or where the bed was. if i can find a place off to the side to put the bed, he may start to use it again.

so the apartment complex people are transforming the tennis court into a full on playground. they've built a cinderblock and concrete retaining wall that is ugly as all get out, and now they are filling it with a metric ton of wood chips. the bench that is bolted into the tennis court surface now is squatting height. brilliant plan. not so attractive. and now the small kids have no place to ride their bikes. except the walkways. that will be cool. or not. silly apartment complex people. while i appreciate that wood chips are a safer surface, especially at the depth they are making it, i see a future of wood chips dragged everywhere. and kids. screaming happy kids. i'm such a scrooge.

i've decided, since henry seems to throw up every third feeding, to skip the third feeding and give him an extra hour to digest what i've already given him. this doesn't go well with his quota, but throwing up contributes to his dehydration and i'm trying very hard to control the dehydration. that will help rid him of the jaundice. i just checked his ears and they look much greyer, which is good, he's grey. i think the medication is working. please let the medication be helping.

i'm going to have to take him back to the vet for a check up. i'll deal with that when i have to.

my biggest problem is a/d hills canned food, at $25-$34 for 12 day's worth, it is really hard. i'm also almost out of reglan. i've dropped his dose back down to 1/4 pill, but that will only make it last another 2 days. we're on top for rent, but not for these things. we are bad pet parents. and to get to the vet to get these things, i have to bug B, and i'm starting to hate that because we're friends and i don't want him to feel like i'm using him. i should be able to get to the vet on my own, damnit. once kam316 gets here, i'll be able to drag her on the bus with me and help me keep it together. she's always been really good at helping me keep it together.

then i need the ride to the storage unit. B has a truck, which is ideal. but doc has to go there first and change the lock and again with the not wanting to seem to be using B. i feel better when i've got money to buy him lunch or dinner and hang out for a bit, take a break from the driving. that will come when it comes. doc can take the bus up to check it out to see how much room there is and pay the bill and change the lock. it's just getting our stuff up there that the need for a ride comes in, and i don't know when we'll be ready for that.

when i have the car legal and insured and my liscense back, i am giving rides to every one i know who needs one to make up my ride karma.

today i am cleaning out my closet enough for doc's dresser to go into it. then i may trade him dressers. that way he doesn't have to go into the closet every morning to get his clothes, since it will be cramped in there. plus my drawers are deeper (hee), and that would suit him better. i just have to get the clothes that don't fit me out of my dresser and off my hangers.

leeloo sniffed out henry and decided he belongs yesterday. she walked by him several times and sniffed without growling or hissing. she's really big on the growling. she'll just lay down and growl at something she doesn't like. i'm glad she finally recognized him or whatever she needed to do to lose the hostile attitude toward him. he does a lot of roaming around now and gets into places where she likes to sleep and it's nice to know i no longer have to baby sit her to make sure she doesn't hurt him.

jack is now trying to get my bedroom door open for himself and henry. he's actually strattling henry and clawing at the underside of the closed door. while i admire his inventiveness, this is something i must stop. after all, he's fickle and easily distracted. a couple of hours ago, he was clawing at the underside of the door from the other side, trying to get out of the bedroom.

we've had toys that hang from the door knobs for a year now and jack has just noticed them. i think he thinks they are somehow related to getting the door open. he tries to chew through the string on the one on the front door. and tries to walk away with the toy in his mouth like the string isn't there. and it will inevitably snap back to the door and leave him startled and looking for an assailant. silly kitty.

do the cats think henry isn't coming back? chloe and jack are playing together. last night jack was continuing to nuzzle up to leeloo and attempting to groom her as he did henry. they are bonding in different ways, along different lines. jack has also been recognizing leeloo as alpha while henry has been gone. it has been strange.

of course we have been watching them more closely and loving and cuddling them extra since this whole henry sick thing started. that will continue forever, i think. this has taught us a valuable lesson about keeping an eye on their every habit. and if they are sick, check their ears. his inner ears were so yellow at the vet. it was like his ears had been painted in bad parent accusations. i checked his gums and eyes, but not his ears. and nothing i read before he went to the vet suggested it. but how could i not have noticed? so that was our trauma, and we're dealing with it, just as henry is coming through his trauma. and it was all balled up together. but whatever guilt we feel, we have to put it aside, learn from this, and help the boy get better while taking closer care of the others.

we've never been neglegent, but we've had accidents and episodes like this and you can't help blame yourself, especially when the animal is in the care of others and you literally have nothing to do but wait and fill your brain with something.

in happier tones (i won't speak of the guilt again), leeloo just kicked jack's butt. and she is still growling as he takes refuge on the rocking chair she won't jump up on. my babies are playing together.

i need to go check for injuries (jack is still fully clawed and doesn't realize it) and scoop the litter boxes. i've rambled long enough for now.

newly cleaned room, view 1


happy hank


the food swarm


clean room, view 2

doc picked up iams weight loss formula, just as his list said, but turns out it was dog food, not cat food. we were nearly through the bag when i figured it out. it explained the strange complaining we'd been getting from the cats. no outrageous behavior, just more attention to us around meal times and after meal times. there was actually a reduction in cat vomit. tonight they get cat food back. we suck. i know they are thinking it. they knew something was up. funny thing, though, hank and leeloo have both lost a bit of weight and become more active. so this time it's weight loss formula for cats. hank actually jumps up on things. aside from the occasional venture onto the couch, he used to be a floor-bound kitty. now he's jumping on the back of the couch and up in my lap and all sorts of places. but a month of dog food must have sucked for them. i can't imagine how different it tastes. dogs will eat anything, it could taste like crotch for all i know. not that i know what crotch tastes like. oh bother.

the last two days, people have just been strange. plus, i made a blog entry. i so rarely write in my "blog" blog. i spend my time entertaining you guys and gals.

hooray cymbalta! so what if it interacts with ibuprophen, it is my hero.

okay, see, now the cats are being weird. chloe is knocking down stuff i can't see. jack was just on top of the refrigerator (no, he doesn't usually do that, they get sprayed with water if they get up on the counters, and even jack needs the counter to get to the top of the fridge). they must be protesting their new food. if leeloo gets in on this circus, i'll know it's the food. that's the only thing she ever complains about. yep, here she is at my feet . . . on my feet. we got them a higher quality food, and what can i say, they like the big macs of the cat food world. they like the cheap stuff. this is mid grade and weight control to boost. poor kitties. mommy spends more money on their food than her own. poor, poor kitties. hee.

and let me take a moment out to mention how insanely cute Spot is. we play this game with the spray bottle, she chews on the bars of her cage and i shoot at her, either a gut shot or over her head, she always gets at least a little bit wet. she loves it, she loves the water. she plays under her own water bottle in her cage. strange hamster. too cute hamster. just thought i'd mention her because i get to bask in her cuteness daily, while you all must wait with baited breath for me to share. bummer i can't get pictures of her. she won't hold still and she doesn't sleep sprawled out in the cage anymore, she curls up. she's camera shy. i'm sure she knows what a camera is, every brain cell she has goes to knowing what a human camera is, yep. hee.