Halloween theme in feline

Here I am again, back in Davis, feeling slightly apprehensive about tomorrow's classes. Cell signaling would've sounded intimidating if it didn't give me the mental image of cells (amoeba-shaped in my mind, if you must know) waiting at traffic lights. I'm not exactly sure how much money I'll be spending on books this time around, exactly, but I do know that online shopping's not an option this time since the entire session is not that long and the pace of the classes are going to be such that waiting for shipping (and possible handling, though from my past experience I think I prefer as little of handling as possible) would be highly impractical. We'll see. If there's an over 100 dollars book again I might just have to go online anyway and stick it out at the book reserves while J. Doe from New Jersey goes to get the book packaged and stamped.

Simba came this afternoon, and being an orange, medium haired boy kitty with an over active sense of curiosity I started off my acquaintance with him by squirting him with copious amount of water to get him off of tables, counters, and out of the kitchen. There were a few tense moments between Hippo and him, and I might have witnessed what might be the foster kitty's equivalent of alpha male display, complete with hissing. Fortunately it seemed to have sorted itself out and the two kissed and established truce. (Note to self: will need to make sure cats are not plotting against self.)

Meanwhile, I did two loads of laundry, load one being my stuff and load two being cat laundry. (I finally washed the things piled up on the dryer, yes!) I wasn't entirely sure what to do with the fuzzy blanket that was on the couch afterwards, since the couch cover's pretty much shredded at this point, and thoroughly cat territory, not to mention that it's possibly ninety-something outside and blankets aren't of much use right now. So? I stuck it in the cabinet. With other stuff. We have lots of stuff in the cabinets. Morgan said that she didn't THINK Simba can open cabinets.

There is an ancient container full of cranberry sauce, dating possibly back from Thanksgiving of year 2006. Would someone like to claim it or should I put up an adoption sign?