daemonluna

Updating on my coffee break again. Mmm, breakfast. More specifically, instant oatmeal (maple brown sugar with a handful of chopped pecans tossed in) and a bottle of grapefruit juice.

I've been feeling slightly cold-ish the past few days, but paranoid dosing of self with echinacea and ColdFX seems to be helping. What doesn't help: Trout having long conversations with himself at five this morning.

Him: Mrowwwr! Mrrr! Mrrreh?

Me: Mmmmph.

Him (from the other room now): Mrrrr? Mrrrreh! Mrowwwwwl!

Me: Shut up!

Him: Mrrrrr? (trots into bedroom, jumps up on bed, and takes this as meaning that I want to pet him)

Me: (pats cat on head, pushes him down beside me) Go back to sleep!

Loud, bad, smelly cat: (purrs briefly, gets up and wanders off. Then proceeds to start talking some more.)

Yeah. I'd say it's because

troutkitty is still in Edmonton (she gets home tonight), but really, he does this when she's home, too.

Today's book: Prince Across the Water by Jane Yolen. YA historical fiction, thirteen year old Duncan runs off with his cousin to fight for Bonnie Prince Charles at Culloden. I started it on the bus this morning and am only about a quarter of the way in, but I'm enjoying it so far, as expected. (Jane Yolen = master storyteller)