Something nice happens:

Hey there, paulcurtis!

The disc of Secret Smile arrived today.
You know...David Tennant reminds me very strongly of my Hot Hot former Boss.

Remember that guy?
Yummy...


Anyway, thanks man.







Pentelope is at the Huron Valley Humane Society as we speak. They had to sedate her to get blood, no surprises there I guess. They will likely be calling me back in an hour to let me know if she has liver damage. If she doesn't, I can probably bring her home. JoJo, meanwhile, is enjoying having the run of the place.

In other news, I have now been awake for 31 straight hours.
Think I'll indulge in something sweet...like a custard paczi. Mmmmm...paczi...

Yes, that will be fine, thank you.

I don't know whose been sending me the good cat vibes, but you's did one helluva job. I guess this is when online networking with other witches and such really helps out in a pinch. What am I trying to say is, well...

Pentelope is back home and she is okay.

Yeah...who saw that coming? Not me, that's for damn sure.
( Specific details, for anyone with an interest in such things: )

I think I was still so upset about Clarence that I just wanted to do something, anything different than last time because I thought I'd fucked her over so badly by letting her get so sick. But as many of you reminded me, I need to relax a little and understand that sometimes you can do your very best and still fail. And a wise person will not let such an experience sour them from facing the future with the same zeal that...oh, fuck it. You know what I'm trying to say here, right?

Anyway, I'm just so happy that she is home. And so giddy and weird because I've been awake since 7am yesterday morning.
So I think I'm going to go to bed now.
I'll see all you crazy cats tomorrow.

And remember always that in the story of Wednes and Pentelope, Feeling the Love made all the difference.


So for tonight at least, the city remains safe...