Relatively speaking. The cat spent part of her morning cleaning out the inside of the girl dog’s ears (gag), and the two boy dogs spent some time trying to pee on the neighbor’s Rottweiler through the chain link fence. The Rottweiler tried to return the favor.
Later in the afternoon, the cat got mad at the smallest boy dog and tried to kill him. It’s never clear how these things (which fortunately are infrequent) get started, but it’s very clear that she isn’t just kidding. She’s at a bit of of a size disadvantage, but she has the advantage of stealth and of the fact that the dog seems to have a hard time taking her seriously. Her primary techniques include standing up on her hind feet and batting his face rapidly while emitting blood-curdling yowls, and biting him in the throat. I always remain neutral in order to retain all my body parts. However, I always root for the cat, because if the dog ever DID take her seriously, he could take off her head. It ended the way it always does: they both got bored and wandered off in opposite directions.
Then I finished the latest Janet Evanovich book. There is no substitute for Janet Evanovich and her Stephanie Plum novels for sheer mindless fun. Now what shall I do? I stocked up on reading matter on December 23rd. The books include Jane Goodall’s latest (“Hope for Animals and Their World”) about efforts to save endangered species from extinction; a book called “God Sleeps in Rwanda”, the true story of a man who escaped the genocide there and went on to return and be elected speaker of the Rwandan Parliament. I also picked up “The Crying of Lot 49”, by Thomas Pynchon, mainly because he’s one of masteroftheuniverse’s favorite authors. I’ve read him as well, but it was so long ago I can’t remember a thing about it. And finally, a suspense novel by J.F. Freedman. So what shall it be? Well of course, J.F. wins. I’m not ready to tackle anything important today.
Incidentally, I looked for a copy of anything by Ayn Rand, and every single copy (of which there are many) of every book she ever wrote was checked out, in both print and audio versions. This is somewhat scary. I take it back–a single copy of “Anthem” was left on the shelf, but after investigating, decided I was not interested.
So the rest of my day will consist of starting a new book and watching 60 Minutes later on. However, at the moment we have a Fakename emergency: I’m out of Pinot Grigio. Off to the neighborhood liquor store.