News flash: Sometime in the next month Cinema Eaters will return, in a brand new ongoing way. Be excited for strange movie reviews.

News flash 2: There are plans for a reunion of another sort. It might be a bit, but the scripts are being written now.

And that does it for news flashes. For the moment at least. Work work work.

So the temporary cat (not my cat, a friend’s, cat is staying with me a while) has found a new trick. She’s good and crafty. See, she firmly understands that hands are nothing but a petting tool. If I am not using hands to pet her why do I have them? And so she will come up to me and start to gently paw at my arms to make me pet her. And if I don’t she claws a tiny bit at them. Because, obviously, I didn’t get the message the first time.

And when I go to bed we play that game and after a while she gives up on me, pah hopeless hu-man, and now goes to curl up against my ankles. And she curls into a ball right by my ankles and waits. And the second I touch her, even brush up against her fur (and I tested this) she meows like she’s been beaten and flies up the bed to me to demand that she be petted to make up for this horrible act.

Oh, she’s good.

Yup.

On a different note: I know that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, supposedly. But what is the stalker of my stalker?