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Farm Fresh has eggs, hooray! Soul Food has no eggs and only frozen chickens for the winter, so I was worried I might have to alter my protein ingestion habits. Well, I will, a bit, but not as much as I feared.

In addition to eggs, today's box brought( List! )
I had left one of those paper bags with handles out for the cats, mostly because Wednesday was really enjoying it. This morning she got it stuck on her somehow (possibly by pushing herself halfway through the bottom, I'm not sure) and did that cat tearing around trying to get away from the flapping bag that's stuck to her thing. She apparently solved the problem by diving through the cat door, because I found the bag wedged into it, completely blocking access. One of the other cats brought it to my attention, of course. Edited to add: and then she tore up and down the hallway maybe an hour later with the handle still wrapped around her middle. Poor thing. She did stand still long enough for me to get it off of her and didn't seem traumatized by the whole ordeal.

For a hot minute there I thought I would make and stick to actual New Years Resolutions. ( Short version: yeah, nsm. )

Almost forgot, I had all four critters sleeping in the bedroom with me last night with only a little growling at the outset: Walter under the bed, of course, Jadzia in a laundry basket full of unfolded clean clothes, Pixie at my feet, and Wednesday under the covers with me (for a while after she got growled at, anyway).

Re: Subject line - it is, of course, more remarkable that that multiple cats are living together in relative harmony, the dog gets along great with everyone regardless of species.

Spent today slowly washing some dishes and watching movies. Stray Dog and Scandal from Akira Kurosawa (working my way through everything I can find chronologically, Rashomon up next) and (500) Days of Summer. The only Kurosawa I've seen  before embarking on this was Ran, which I loved but haven't seen since it came out. Starting with the early ones that I hadn't heard of and didn't really have any expectations about was pretty interesting. Now that  I'm heading into some more famous works I expect I will want to be more careful about being fully awake and attentive when I go to watch them. Which can be a challenge. OTOH, even though I really wanted a nap partway through Scandal, it was compelling enough to keep me up and watching, so maybe that won't be so much of a problem.

I'm hitting that point where I want to stop eating, or at least cooking, so I can get my kitchen clean and keep it that way. My fridge is full of fresh vegetables and I've got a bunch of meals in the freezer (that will take a little preparation to really eat, so they don't save on cleaning as much as I would like (what I would like is completely unreasonable, but still)), so that's an even less practical solution than it usually is, but I am tempted nonetheless.

I am officially missing the Genghis Khan exhibit at the Tech. It ends tomorrow, and I'm not going tomorrow, so there it is. Oh well. Last time I went to the Tech was for H's birthday, so going back was kind of daunting, but I had hoped that I would be able to do it, because, well, Genghis Khan. So it goes.

Kitten (no name yet) seems to be settling in pretty well. She's pretty cuddly, except when she's all pouncy, and sticks pretty close to me whenever possible. Pixie and Jadzia are not pleased, but they aren't being too difficult about it; they've come in promptly for the evening gooshy food and seem to want to just stay away from the newcomer rather than wanting to wail on her.

What was happening with me yesterday? Oh, right:

• 08:34 Goldfinch in the bedroom. Before coffee. Unfair. #fb

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I was doing my bleary-eyed ease into the morning thing, catching up on some webcomics before tackling the day, when I heard what sounded like an unfamiliar cat meowing rather desperately somewhere in the back of the house. Now, strange cats have wandered in through the cat door (which is in a window in a spare-ish room) before, so I headed back to see if someone needed rescuing/chasing out, but there was no strange cat, only Jadzia.

Jadzia is not a talky cat. She will meow to protest being picked up, maybe in greeting occasionally, but these meows did not sound like either of those. Apparently, she has a special vocalization for "Help me catch this bird that I have brought into the house to show you but it got away from and now I'm not sure where it is."

I didn't realize that's what it meant, of course, until the rustling of the goldfinch alerted me. I couldn't tell if it was hurt - it was able to flutter across the room, but it's a small room. It was scared enough to try holding very still in between it's desperate attempts to flee, so I was able to catch it and bring it outside. I put it in the tree where all the birdfeeders are and it immediately took off across the street, so I think it may have been wholly uninjured.

During all this, H was in the bathroom and of course I yell to him that there is a bird in the house so he tries to follow the action through the door, asking me questions that I just did not have time to think about. But then he made me coffee a little later.

Tiny things, goldfinches.