She was a little lethargic on Saturday, which I was told was normal with the vaccines (especially AIDS, done because she will probably be an indoor/outdoor cat). I kept her inside until Sunday morning to keep an eye on her, and also because it was coooooold. Tonight she has come in the house with 'general population,' now that the wormer has had time to run its course. We'll see how that goes. She may freak out on the dog, but he's a wuss. He wouldn't even get his tennis ball because it landed too close to Rufus. Rufus will give him a smackdown in a heartbeat.

Let's see. I'd been meaning to clean my carpet since I bought the cleaner months ago, but hadn't had time. Jeff's appointment to work on someone's car fell through, so I made him help me move most of the furniture. I somehow bruised my hand when I hit the cleaner during a tantrum when the reservoir would not click into place. Leave it to me. The carpet looks much better, and doesn't smell of stinky dog when you sit on it. That should last, oh, a couple weeks, huh? Now I can have a get-together at my house, and also invite my sister over to hang out. I was kind of embarrassed to have anyone over before.

Speaking of my sister, her parents have to go to court again later this month as the last of the appearances and end of her court 'supervision.' Her mom just told me that she is definitely back in contact with the guy who was charged with her statutory rape (and he's a registered sex offender, on the website and everything), which she had told me last month. I didn't want to break a confidence, so I didn't tell anyone. I knew they'd find out eventually, as they did. I just wonder what's up because he's not supposed to have any contact with her, and could be arrested or have his probation revoked, or something. I mean, is it love, or does he not care? I'm leaning toward the latter, but I don't think I know the whole story.

She supposedly asked her dad for some cranberry juice or something because she thought she had a kidney infection. Uh huh. They think she's having sex again, and want to get her some form of birth control (preferrably the patch). I wish she felt comfortable calling me about this kind of thing. For one thing, honey, cranberry juice ain't gonna cut it. Second, I got my bc from the county clinic from 16 until I got a job with insurance. Not sure what the laws are now, but there's got to be something out there for her. Until the wannabe theocracy outlaws it, anyway.

Am I the only one who gets an uncontrollable eye roll when the local media says 'Blizzard of 2006'?