I've been waiting to tell you this until it was for sure going well, but Anderson Cooper doesn't live here anymore.
I know!
Marvin was saying that he was going to get another cat, because Henry was sad and meowing and bored, and he was even considering licking Henry himself, because that's what Winston used to do. I suggested this might be crossing the I-heart-cats threshold.
I thought about it and offered him Anderson. I thought if I got kittens, they'd grow up okay around dogs, and certainly that's been the case with Roger, who splays on top of the dogs to sleep, and leaps up onto Edsel's head and stays there just for yucks and so forth. But Anderson was always scared of them, and whenever he walked across the room, the stupid dogs would chase his delicate self.
You always found Anderson hunkered up high on something.
"I think he'd be happier with just a cat friend," I said. "I LOVE Anderson!" said Marvin.
Can I just tell you that when I met Marvin he was unfamiliar with cats, and all awkward around them, and I consider it a personal victory that I have turned him into a cat-loving girly man?
Anyway, Marvin got him over a week ago and I am happy to report that Anderson is so happy. He and Henry are playing and running around and Anderson gets to actually run across the floor and there was only one hiss out of Henry initially.
I didn't mean to put this picture in, but you can see how deeply concerned Roger is about losing a brother.
Here's the picture I meant to put in. I will miss my little gay cat. But I think I did the right thing by him. "I'll try not to lose this one," Marvin said.
While we're on the subject of my cats, and hi, Hulk, we have a winnah! in the photo caption contest.
"rodger in junk drawer. rodger wish he still had junk. in his drawers."
Yes, Faithful Reader Funny in my Mind was funny outside of her mind. Send me your address, FIMM! You get the yodeling pickle! Christmas has come early.
An honorary pickle goes to the disqualified-before-the-contest-began Paula, because we all knew she'd be effing hilarious. She came up with about 47 captions, including:
"Oh, Miss Gardens, thank you for coming in. I have the results of your cat scan right here."
"I hate this desk job."
"Do these drawers make me look fat?"
"Man. Pete Campbell's office IS cramped." (That's only funny if you like Mad Men, WHICH YOU SHOULD.)
"NOBODY puts Roger in a drawer."
Paula. Killing all of us since whenever the hell she found this blog.
I must go, but before I do, let's start the good deeds thing. Because I don't still have your photo project to do and a statistics textbook deadline and this house doesn't look like Sanford & Son's house or anything.
Every year I like to do this on my blog to make myself break out in hives--too late! But it's a nice thing to do and we all end up liking it, except for Jan and Steve.
We pair up with each other cyberly and do good deeds for December. So all you have to do is write in the comments: "I'm in!" and then I will at a later date (maybe Friday?) pair you up with your good-deeds partner. So please be "in" by Wednesday at midnight.
And the good deed should be generally free or very low-cost. Open the door for someone whose arms are full of packages. Put quarters in all the parking meters down a street. Anonymously leave cookies for your old-lady neighbor. Whatever. Nothing huge, nothing fussy. Just come back here before Christmas and let us know in the comments what your good deed is, and your partner will return the favor with a good deed of his or her own.
Who is in?
