The stupid cats are still fighting, but I think we're making progress. Most of the time we leave our bedroom door open so that Manga can come and go as she pleases. Usually when she comes downstairs, everything's fine. She doesn't necessarily respond to Miji's growls, which used to be the root cause. When they do fight, Miji actually stands her ground and fights back instead of running away and hiding. But after reading my Pam Johnson-Bennet books, I've learned not to react positively during or after a fight--including the cuddling that I immediately tend towards when the cats are upset. So now, when the cats fight, I "speak firmly" to them. With the nice weather we've been having, we had the back door open this afternoon. Considering that I can just about throw a feather at every house within site (yes, our lots are small), if any neighbors were outside when the girls started a fight, I'm sure they found my small explosion to be quite humorous... as long as they didn't think I was talking to a child. Poor Max runs and hides every time the girls go at it though. Poor, scared baby cat.
The next few days are gonna be busy. Yesterday I got a bunch of travel-sized toiletries (and my Ziplock quart baggie to put them in) for my trip to Santa Monica on Sunday. I have to get laundry done and pick out business casual clothes for next week to get packed. (Business casual? You mean not everyone wears jeans, t-shirts, and flip flops to work like I do?) Plus, I need to finish going through my closet and drawers for the Great Exchange at Laura's this Saturday. And I need a pedicure. Yes, need.
Last night I decided that I wanted to have more friends than Marc on MySpace. I don't know why. I hit a goldmine with the cousins I have on my dad's side of the family--that's the result of him having seven siblings who all got married and had kids. I also found some of my oldest friends from Louisville. So for now, I'm winning the unofficial "number of friends" contest. Yay!
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