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I felt like saying the topic line to the people at the animal shelter, but somehow restrained myself. I think I'm a little proud of that.

( With a little luck, the end of the story. I hope. )

Cat is lying on my back as I type. Am not quite sure how we got into this position but it has disabled the use of my left arm. Is like a demented game of Twister. Am typing hunt and peck with right hand only as have not the heart to displace him. Am v. weak.

Cat has runny eyes and nose today. Cat also has prepaid, nonrefundable shelter appointment tomorrow for shots/neutering. Bad timing. Since I was not sure if I should take him in under circumstances, I phoned and explained. They said bring him, will examine outdoors and decide if ok to bring inside.

Do you think cat planned symptoms as way to get out of appointment? He really is v. clever.

Quick aside: Jack the cat came out of hiding after about twelve hours. He's been following me all around the house since then. I never did figure out where he was while I couldn't find him, though. Also, I can't yet share cat pictures because I misplaced my camera, darn it.

The embarrassing Doctor Who moment is:
At ChicagoTARDIS, I bought a keychain that "speaks" six DW-related phrases when you push whichever button. Well, I was standing in line in a department store the other day, and I reached in my pocket for some money. While doing so, I accidentally bumped one of the buttons on the keychain. Out boomed a Cyberman voice: You will be deleted. Delete! Delete! Delete!

You should have seen the expression on the face of the woman standing in front of me. It kind of made the whole thing feel worthwhile.

And at least I didn't push the button that triggers this Dalek voice: You are an enemy of the Daleks! You must be destroyed!