February 12th, 2005

i am not a stuffed tiger.

meow

I went to a cat show today. It was at Seattle Center, and I was promised agility competitions and didn't have any other afternoon plans; so I met the gang (Carole, Jon, Rachel, and Elena) for a good old fashioned cat show. The theme was "my furry valentine" and cats seem to be better at sitting in their little cages than running through obstacle courses.

It was about an hour of fun, and it turns out that I'm still sort of allergic to cats, at least in macro doses.

Later, we went to Thai Tom for dinner. This involved waiting outside for a long time, being crowded around a tiny table, and waiting a long time for our food. But this was expected and the food was good so it was o.k.

Because of all of the waiting, Carolyn and I weren't able to see Hotel Rwanda. Instead, we saw In Good Company. It was entirely pleasant with endearing characters who were a little to perfect. But Scarlett Johansson reading the phone book for an hour would probably be a worthwile movie, too. This is not to say that I didn't enjoy the movie, but many people in the tiny theater enjoyed it much more than we did, especially the guy next to us who stayed for all of the credits.

I didn't go to a bar for someone's birthday because I have this lingering cough and I had used up all of my Ricola suppressing it during the movie. Instead, I came home and took some cough medicine and uploaded pictures of cats to the internet.

Soon, the nyquil will kick in and I'll fall into a drug-induced coma.