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Something not related to cats:

I received my Expocap today. This nifty gizmo will let me set white balance when the light is just too confusing for my camera. I had been using a kind of ghetto solution (a Slim Jim cap) or just correcting the color with software. The software solution is pretty good, the Slim Jim cap isn't bad, but blues things up a little too much. Thus far the Expocap seems to be spot on. Once I figure out how to make a mosaic of the different shots with different white balance settings, I can post my tests for your enjoyment.

I get my bridesmaid's dress back from the seamstress tomorrow. I hope I'm still the same size as when I took the dress in last month.

For local readers: I hope that some other people start eating at Mama's Kitchen, the Korean restaurant on Grace Street near VCU. We can't possibly keep them in business all by ourselves.

Now, about the cats:

Monte Alban near about gave me a black eye last night. I was lying on the futon in the sitting room with Monte curled up by my feet. Oz walked in, surprising Monte, who is continually offended by Oz's very existence. In his mad escape from the room, Monte leaped lengthwise across my body, nearly landing on my face, but twisting in midair and shoulder-checking my eyeball instead. I put a cold pack on my eye and the swelling has subsided. I seem to have escaped any bruising. Thank goodness! I'd have to explain it and no one would believe me.

And, if it isn't one thing, it's another. Or, rather, if it isn't Number One, it's Number Two. The toilet issues of my cats are not interesting to me either, but they seem to be taking over my life.

Amazing! We didn't have a cat pee event today (or yesterday). We did have a Dingleberry Adventure.

Dingleberry Adventures have the advantage of being easier to clean up after. Also, there is more drama. I get to chase the cat with the stinky passenger. Often the other cat gets involved, either kibitzing from the sidelines or getting involved in the chase. After the dingleberry is disposed of and the cat tidied up, the cat goes and kicks the other cat's ass for a while.

More all-around excitement than you could get from any puddle.

Today's DA had an added twist thanks to the small litter pan I put in one of the bathrooms near where many of the cat pee events (CPEs) were occurring. I didn't have a proper litter box, so I used a disposable roasting pan left over from Thanksgiving.

It's quite a small pan. Sparky is quite a big fat cat. Today, after the impressive dingleberry was removed, he still had a squatty, disturbed look. Shortly thereafter, I heard scratching sounds from upstairs. I went to check that only scratch-appropriate material was getting scratched and found Sparky trying to squat in the little pan. "Yo, some privacy here?"

I checked later to see whether everything had gone smoothly and found three poops on the floor behind the pan. He had at least kicked some litter over them. He must have stood in the pan and pooped over the side.

This only confirms our certainty that it was Monte Alban who peed in Oz's slipper. Sparky obviously doesn't have the aim.