(No) Thanks to Leno…

I watched Jay Leno last night, so it was probably an episode that aired a few nights ago in Canada and it’s large Southern province. He had this segment on “Googlewhacking”. (http://www.broadwayworld.com/viewcolumn.cfm?colid=2680) Which, as some of you may not know, is the process of typing 2 random words into a Google search engine trying to come up with only a single hit on a related webpage. I gave it a stab this morning, and “diaphanous chamberpot” came back with 142 hits. I got closer with “paleontologist sousaphone” with only 43 hits. My best (before I needed to stop and eat) was “metalinguistics crud” with 8 hits. Which, wouldn’t you know, included a Blog entry about Krispy Kreme donuts ~ written by a linguistics student!!! I think I’d have a much better chance of getting a Googlewhack if people didn’t blog about weird things. (Yes, I’m aware of the irony).

The downside of good training…

As you know, my cat is toilet trained. Also, as you know, she’s recently had surgery. I figured it might be uncomfortable to leap up to the toilet seat with a belly full of stitches, so in the spirit of making her life a little easier I put her old litter box back on the floor. I think that she’s forgotten how to use it. She’s used to perching on the edge of the toilet seat and doing her business in the bowl. Now, with the litter tray back in the picture, she perches on the edge of the litter box and does her business on floor. Good kitty.

Happy Easter!!

I hope you’re all having a wonderful day. I read the Easter story this morning before taking the cat to the vet (again), and then had the benefit of seeing the Easter story illustrated in Leggo at www.bricktestament.com check it out! It’s a fun site. It beats those Sunday School flannel graphs.

Catticus is doing fine. She’s eating and kissing and purring again, which is great. She’s still wearing a big funnel on her head so she won’t lick the stitches, but she’ll come up to me and try to lick my nose ~ and bonk me on the head with the funnel. She’s also pleased that the vet says she won’t have a scar. Thank goodness ~ I know she was worried about that one! (?!)

This afternoon we had an Easter potluck. It was supposed to be a barbeque but it rained. After we’d eaten, I brought out some white eggs (hard to find here, they’re mostly brown shells) and a dye kit that Mom sent last year. I’d hardboiled some eggs yesterday, but not enough, so we thought it would be fun to blow some too. I did the first one, since many of the others hadn’t done it before. After that, whoever wanted to try did. One of my friends asked me to put the holes in her egg for her, which I did. The others were doing well hollowing out their eggs, but she kept blowing and blowing and her face was turning red. Finally it dawned on her that I’d passed her a hardboiled egg! I hadn’t done it on purpose, but I wish I had! It made for a good laugh.