Adventures in the night

And not the good kind, either. New cat continues to settle in well, but last night knocked a glass off the countertop and smashed it to bits (at about two am) while boosting himself up to sit in the window. While the two girlcats are a little more ballerina, this boy is clearly more rugby player.

I had to go sweep up the glass before anybody got cut up. And am wondering if having a new Mr. Curious roaming the house will force us to clean up more, and perhaps keep the countertops clean.

Seriously, that's not very likely.

Hoping to go tonight to a lecture by one of the History Detectives, who in real life is a professor of architecture at Columbia University. The topic is Frank Lloyd Wright: Progressive Suburbias.

The new kid in town

His name is Ratchet, but he is one of those cats that seems to attract nicknames, and we are a nicknaming cat sort of family. So he's been called: Bud, Bub, Oskar, Tank, Tonka, Chief, His Majesty, Trouble, Boy oh Boy Are You Trouble, Fat Boy, Chubby, Monkey, Monkeypants, Chatterbox, Too Smart For Your Own Good, Buttweasel, The Ox, Tabaching-ching (a Tagalog word usually uttered when pinching a fat baby's cheeks), Muffin, Mr. Pudgy, and...numerous others.

Why yes, you might say we're a slightly eccentric family.

Anyway, here he is: