Saw Eddie Izzard's show last night. Picture of the program because the lighting was too dark to get a shot of the theater. There were some highly amusing bits, like the stuff on Wikipedia and rebooting, which were Ctrl-P Print funny. I actually had tears streaming down my face at one point. Like ya do.

Disney meets our newest amigurumi buddy, Bear, courtesy of Frappucina. ;)

Not, unfortunately, enjoyed by the birthday cat. She got a mouthful of Cool Whip, and then did that thing that dogs do when you give them peanut butter for the next half hour. And Disney didn't want to have anything to do with it after it's been rejected by Roxy. Fail. More pictures on Flickr shortly.

Too bad Seaview High isn't an actual educational institution. Possibly Miss Cyrus's tutor should focus on apostrophes.

So I decided to attempt a Death Star cake, ala Charm City Cakes, for Chris's birthday. Took about four hours, the great majority of it getting the fondant and buttercream to match. Then Chris decided to take Friday off. For the uninitiated, buttercream continues to tint over several days. Fondant does not. So, Monday, I was left with a lovely lavender Death Star with grey panels. Next time, only fondant.

Okay. Not so much chillin as hidin. But she seems pretty okay with it right now.

I had in the back of my head the knowledge that I'd seen a bizarre hybrid of cherries around town... half standard, fluffy ornamental and half weeping cherry. I took a non-standard route home and voila. Found it. Can't really tell from this screen if it's going to come across on the Sidekick camera, but it's really bizarre looking. Check out the trunk in photo two. I can't tell if it's two trees planted ridiculously close together as saplings that fused or if it was an intentional grafting (although somebody who knows more about trees can probably tell me). It's almost like a piece of sculpture in the yard this season.

This weekend has been very weird. Started out by taking the tortie over to the spay/neuter clinic. Come to find out, she's already been spayed but not eartipped. Which is... odd. They get me a slot at a local vet while she's still coming around, because she has dead tissue in her mouth that's turned black. They fear cancer. I get over there, and the vet sees me just as she's starting to realize that, "Hey. These are humans. I don't like humans." But she's not at the hissing point yet, so that's good. The vet says the spot in her mouth is probably an eosinophilic ulcer, which happens when the cat's allergic to some food it's getting. She'll lick the spot that itches until basically the tissue dies. And it just keeps happening until she gets on hypoallergenic food. He gives her a cortisone shot. I take her back to my place to recover and order some hypoallergenic kibble online.

The plan was to trap McNugget and Sundae last night and take them to the clinic this morning. Not so much. I get the traps set up, head back to the car. A car pulls in next to me and the driver introduces herself and says, "We're trapping here tonight." She says she's the colony's caretaker. I've never seen her because she feeds at 2 a.m. Long story short, I gained a lot of perspective on what it means to be a crazy cat lady, and I've got a long way to go. On the plus side, they were trapping in an hour, so I pulled my traps in, ate dinner at McDonalds, and headed out when I saw folks with traps at the Wendy's next door. Met two expert trappers, one of whom lives right down the street from me. And I got to sit out in a field and watch a drop trap in action (think box and string), which was cool.

So this morning, I went over and let the tortie out. She waited for a sec before realizing she could bolt for the open door. My plan now is to go over and visit the colony whenever I have the time. I know they'll be getting their box full of 3 cans of food and half a bag of Friskies every night at 2 a.m., so I don't have to worry about them starving. But I can provide water and some beneficial food and make their lives a little better. Hopefully. Big thanks goes out to everyone who sponsored

a kitteh. And also big refunds to everybody but Liz, who picked da tortie and so gets a little refund.

This weekend's crazy really reminds me of how grateful I am for my friends and my own personal feline. Who needs a scritchin' right about now.

We have one feral house guest tonight (the tortie for those playing along at home). Was hoping for three, but maybe McNugget and Sundae will grace us with their presence tomorrow night.

For those *healthy* Fried Pork Skins cravings.