Precious Kitty Attempts to Seduce Vulnerable Woman

I went for a short run this morning, then returned to the house and thought idly about working in the yard. Fortunately, it didn't take long to come up with an excuse not to--the neighbor kid absconded with the leaf rake last year and we haven't gotten around to replacing it. Which is too bad because it is a glorious day and if I keep this up we are going to end up putting the storm windows up in December if at all. Is there any good reason not to just keep the leaves on the ground until Spring anyway? *shrug* I grabbed my laptop and walked to the coffee shop to work on some law review stuff.

There is some concern that I am coming down with Stwall Syndrome (a serious infliction that causes a strong and inexplicable desire to adopt stray kitties). The fluffy little kitty I saw today was probably only a month or two old, curled up on the sidewalk, blinking in the sun. OMG, so cute. The kitty knew I was suffering from Stwall Syndrome; she yawned seductively and her eyes followed me accusitorily as I walked by. I really did want to scoop it up and bring it home to feed to Car. Then I remembered that cute little kitties grow up fast and become really annoying, e.g. puke, mangle rolls of paper towels, sit on my book when I'm trying to read, sit on my hands when I'm trying to type, etc. And they shed hair everywhere, which drives me up the freakin' wall. And it would make things easier for me if they would just learn to use the toilet. Somehow, I still like them. Anyway, true Stwall Syndrome does not manifest itself in the desire to adopt cute kitties. No, the acute sufferers are prone to take home cats that are dirty and mangled, uber-pregnant, or likely to require thousands of dollars of care and surgery. And the worst sufferers adopt so many cats that they cannot adopt anymore and instead they pass the strays on to friends who take them into their homes whilst their spouses are stuck in the library studying for exams and can't protest. Not that I'm bitter. I'm just cranky because The Wiz slept on my neck last night.

Some pals and I went to the Highland Theater last night and watched The Departed. I liked it. I also just finished reading Running With Scissors, by Augusten Burroughs. It was such a great book, mortifying and funny at the same time. Greta is coming to visit this afternoon, and we may go over to uncle Matt's to visit our new little cousin, who was born a few days ago. That's it for now...toodles!