Busy.

Lots to do, lots to do.

I sound like Hagrid.

I have to make a portrait of the Fat Lady for our front door and figure out how to set up a Potions Lab in our kitchen for 8 kids. That should be fun. A few more activity ideas and we'll be good to go. These are 9-year-olds; they don't need quite as much supervised activity as little kids at a party.

I'm going as 5th-year-Prefect!Remus. Should be fun. There's no full moon. :)

Off to do things. And somewhere in here, I really need to write. I owe a finish to Ferret Day, at the very least, and I have ideas for my original fic that want a good piece of time. I guess after Saturday I'll be able to do all that.

Wish me luck. I do busy as well as the next person--maybe even better--but it makes me just a teensy bit anxious. ReikiReikiReiki!

Oh and one more thing:

HUGE HUGS to perceval, because she could use them.

Cap'n Jack Update

So, the vet's office called to tell me that they thought they'd tracked Cap'n Jack back to his owners, who appear to be a children's therapy center here in my same town. They were having problems getting in touch with the people who run the place. I wonder if it's the stable down the street; they have riding-lessons-as-therapy for kids.

On the one hand I don't want to deprive them of a wonderful cat.

On the other hand, he's been at our house for a week and a half and no one's looking for him, and no one put up signs that he was missing, and no one took care of him. He had an absolutely horrendous case of fleas (tore out half his tail fur), which I treated him for, and worms (which I also treated him for). Mitch and I are both disinclined to make a real effort to send him back without promises from the owners to take better care of him. And prove to us he's not being treated like a barn cat, which really means 'okay, kitty, fend for yourself.'

If it is the place down the street, he's going to be right back here faster than you can say 'boo.'

If it's somewhere else... how did he get all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? So, I'm kind of hoping - and I know it sounds really selfish - that they aren't interested in reclaiming him.

There are coyotes here. They love catching cats and tearing them to shreds.

See, I'm already attached. Grumble. I did feral cat rescue and training here for so many years, it's hard for me not to feel this fierce about cats and their owners. Take care of the little four-footed ones! They're only on loan to us. We're responsible for them.