Never quite

On Thursday of this week we received our second foster kitty, Georgia, from Lory, her original foster mom. Problems with roommates, it seems, can also play a vital role in whether or not cat-fostering is do-able and I took a moment to reflect that I should be thankful that both of my roommates are more than tolerant of animals.

Oh yes, Georgia. Her bio's here. Like Rose she's a brown and black tabby mix. However she is full grown and short-haired, which makes her appear a whole lot slimmer than Rose, even though Rose's actually thinner. By which I mean Georgia looks skinny until she sits down, at which point you notice she's a little chubby on the stomach, whereas when Rose sits her weight flatten out her fur and you realize that all that volume's just...well...fur. Half of which eventually end up in the lint trap.

Rose went to her second adoption fair today and returned slightly less traumatized than her first time. As in, she didn't cry all the way there or all the way back. She'll never like her carrier though, I'm afraid but oh well, there is only so far any one person (or cat) can go.

Went with Annie and Kate to Cafe Mediterranean yesterday for dinner and in the conversation was denounced for being racist against white chocolate, which is, I think, listed right after being racist against green potatos (and yes at one point the conversation did make sense). The food was good though, and neither cat had disassembled anything while we were away. It was a good day. Except for the homework part, but it's a weekend and so that's not something I can get out of. Yes at this stage I'm rambling off now so I'll stop--