Meet Atti-Cat

This is Atti, my neighbor's cat. I cat-sit for them when they go on vacation. Atti used to be able to go outside, but he was run over and his leg was ruined. My neighbor's spent a lot of money patching his leg up. So now he has a little enclosed area accessible through a cat-door so he can still be outside, but not get in any trouble. He also likes going through the garage to the attic, and sit over a big light, where it's warm. His long name is Atticus, from "To Kill a Mockingbird".

Meet Amber

This is my cat, Amber. We suspect she was abandoned, but anyway we found her during my birthday party, she was snooping around in my backyard. Then a few days later she took up residence in my neighbor's driveway, who were on vacation at the time. Then she moved into the gazebo in my backyard and stayed there for about two months. It was very rainy, and she spent a lot of time at our back door, meowing to be let in. We would've kept her and let her inside, but my dad's allergic. She had some separation anxiety problems, because when she thought I was leaving the gazebo, she would jump up on a chair and swat at me as I walked by. But she's very cute and warms up to others quickly. We also had problems with other outdoor cats trying to steal her food. So we surrendered her to the Marin Humane Society. I miss her so much! But I know she's happier there because she can be inside, and be warm and be loved. I don't know if she's been adopted yet, my mom has to call and get an update on that. I love you, Amberfang!

My dream and the rest of my day

I'll start at the beginning of my day. Well, I'll start with the night before today. I had another dream. It's really long, and I don't remember parts of it, but I'll recount it for you. So I was in band class, and Ms. Zigas assigned us a week-long assignment. We went to the library to pick out a book that was an adventure story. I checked out "Schaharazade" (or however you spell it) by Anne McCaffrey. This is kind of weird, because Schaharazade is a folk story and Anne McCaffrey writes science fiction. And it's really weird, because the story was actually "Crystal Singer", the book I finished yesterday by Anne McCaffrey. I reccomend all books by Anne McCaffrey to you, just make sure you're not starting in the middle of a series. The assignment was to read the book and write a short play about it. So I was reading it, and it was like 300 pages, and it took me most of the week to finish it, and I really liked the book and read it all the time. So it was almost the weekend, and the assignment was due the next Monday. I was watching TV in my dream and was watching Jimmy Neutron. In the episode, Jimmy, Sheen, and Carl were stuck on this bridge and Sheen fell off, but climbed back on. Carl fell off, too, but he landed on this island that had a theme park on it. I remember the theme park from another few dreams because once I worked there, and twice we went on this big ride and it broke when we were on it. Keep in mind that my locations of dreams are used again and again. It was weird, but I remember Carl falling made me sick, because it was like he bungee jumped off, so the swinging made my stomach churn. The next day,I had to go to San Francisco. And I had to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. So the Jimmy Neutron thing happened to me, and I was in Carl's position, except I didn't make it to the island because I wasn't swinging hard enough. (Wow, I'm dislexic, I just said "Third Summerhood of the Sisterpants" instead "Third Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants") Anyway, I finally got across the bridge, and I started reading my book. My mom was there, and she was getting ready to go to work. But then Ms. Zigas came, and my mom got mad at her for not giving me enough time to do the assignment because it was almost due and I wasn't even finished with the book. Ms. Zigas said it wasn't her fault that I picked a super long book, but I said that she never gave me a minimum or maximum of page numbers. I didn't really care, because I new that I would have time over the weekend to do it. So Ms. Zigas leaves, and so does my mom, and I walk across the street to the library. It's a college library, and there's this little sixth grader, and she asks me for help finding the fiction section. We're walking down the aisles, and from a room, we hear a guy singing a part of Phantom of the Opera, the part when Christine is just singing and Erik's all, "Sing, my angel of music" and stuff. And then the girl I was helping put her hands over her ears, and said, "I hate it when people vibrate their vocal chords." Or something really weird. And I was like, "You don't like singing?" and then we were both singing that part the guy sang and I was like, 'You saw Phantom of the Opera?" and she nodded, and I was happy, because I love POTO too. And I couldn't find the fiction section for her, so I went on the computer to look up POTO, and I guess she just went off somewhere. But when I got to the library site, I couldn't find the link to go to the search page where you can search for books and things. Then Heidi came and sat down at the computer next to me. She couldn't find it either. Then I found it, but the link wasn't even on Heidi's computer, so I was trying to copy the URL into her browser, but we kept messing up because I'd say "H-T-M-L-S" and she'd be like, "hitmuls" and she'd spell it wrong because she spelled her made-up word wrong instead of hearing me spell it for her. So then she left too, and this guy started chatting with me online. And he'd ask me a question, and I'd say like, "I don't want to answer that, it's personal and I don't know you," but then he'd either ask another question in which I'd answer the first one too, or say like, "Yeah, you do." or "I already know" and then I'd be like, "Oh you know that my name is Emily?" and then he'd be like, "Oh, it is?" and he said he was a student at the college because he was in the library too, and I think his name was Ben, but it wasn't his real name, I just thought it was, because he was like, "My name is Ben? Ok, let's go with that." So I was like, #$@! this guy knows a lot about me and he's here and I'm all alone. So I leave the library, and he's following me, and he catches up and we start talking about art because that's his major I guess. And then he's like, "Hey I'll take you to my dorm room and I can show you some of the work I've done" and I'm freaking out, this guy is trying to kidnap me, nevermind I've taken countless self-defense classes, this is a dream, so I run across the street, and I hear this clock tower chime. The sun is setting, and the clock tower strikes ten pm. I'm all, "#$@! it's curfew, if I'm found alone on the streets at night I'm going to get arrested." And then I recognize the street as the street Nina works at from a previous dream in which I stay with her for a few days. So I'm running, and I pass by this corner shop that's really expensive from two other dreams where one I'm in the city, and two, my dad and I go back to his old office in some Japanese building and part of the dream took place in that shop. It's a great dream, but let's focus on this one. So I see the shop and contemplate whether or not I should run in and hide behind one of the displays because that Ben guy is chasing me, but I don't go in because I see Nina running home. I catch up to Nina and ask her if I can stay with her the night. She nods and we start sprinting, but then we miss the doorway to her house. It's weird, but I purposefully missed it because it was dark and I was afraid I might trip, or Ben would see where I went. But Nina realizes we passed it and we back track. We only passed it by a meter or two. It's really easy to miss because the two buildings on either side have doors and windows, but the entrance to her house is just a black hallway with a black door. So we step up the step and Nina grabs a basket of laundry before going inside, we take our shoes off and Nina sets the basket down. Nina lives in an Italian restaurant. You go in and there's a foyer, and on the right there's the bar and restaurant. On the left, there's the kitchen, and if you go past that, there's a small dining room and if you turn right, there's a family room and bathroom, which are also acessible from the foyer if you go straight. The left part of the building is the house part, where Nina gets free room and board for being a waitress in the restaurant, and two elderly Italian ladies who own the restaurant. It's not the main entrance to the restaurant. So the old ladies come up to me, and since they're babushkas (or however you spell it), they're all huggy kissy, which is just fine with me right then, because I desparately need a hug after the truamatic events that have occured. I start crying, and the babushka I'm hugging picks me up and I guess I passed out in my dream because I vaguely remember my sister picking me up and us driving home. Now the dream skips, and it's late morning, the next day. I'm playing with my new kitten in my room. He doesn't have a name yet, but he's all black with white paws and some white on his nose. I'm very nervous because I want him to like me, because the last relationship I had with a cat turned awful, and that was Houdini in my dream. So I'm not picking him up too much so he won't get annoyed. I put him on a leash and I let him explore the rest of the house, because he hasn't seen it yet and no one else is home. He really likes my sister's bed, so he goes to sleep. I'm talking on the phone and I keep waking him up and picking him up and showing him something new he hasn't sniffed yet. And then I think someone comes too, but I can't remember. Then my alarm clock goes off. I see this pile of plastic sqaures, all different colors. There are four or five of them. This is the first time my alarm clock goes off, the first square is activated. It starts blinking. I press the snooze button. Each time my alarm clock goes off, another square is activated. When they all start blinking, I have to get up. In between each one, I dream more about my new kitty, who's getting agitated because I'm bothering him and he wants to be left alone. When all the squares are activated, I press the snooze button one more time. I think I might have turned the whole thing off, but whatever. I get up at 7:16. I get ready for school, which is particularly hard because my grandma is staying for a week and she sleeps in my room, so I have no acess to my stuff. I either move it out the night before, or my parents already moved it out to make room for her, so it's not so bad. First period I just told my dream and listened to other people's dreams, second period we finished a movie, then promotion practice. It was so hot!!! And I sit next to Vinny. Argh. In core we finished Arabian Nights. ttyl!

I'm a madwoman

Wow, I couldn't stop laughing when I wrote this secret encoded message. I don't know if KK will let me turn it in, but it's hilarious! See if you can figure out the coding, or at least see if you can figure it out grammatically. You see, it's really weird and it took me a while to figure out what I was saying. Here it is: (btw, it's for Mr. Knapp, an added paragraph at the end of our assignment we were assigned because we opted out of sex-ed)

We hope, personally, you find that this single assignment is a very slight subject, specifically produced, aimed, questioned at, for us now. We once were but two children of this, the class few constantly who will choose to not, instead to actively participate here, in this, your own class room, and while we were, were mentally punished ourselves for our wanting life to stop, save only our righteous sanity. A while before, those now who do, did not participate here, were never rewarded and with very many quiet afternoons bereft of your entertainment while we never were ever forced here to quickly work awhile on even a little, silly, stupid paper, not without many, any, several resources which for only our to use here. We must thank especially you most sincerely.

Haven't figured it out? Read every other word :) ttyl!

Kitty update: 368

Kitty Count!

354!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Kitties!!!!!!!!! On my wall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe it?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!? Me neither!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I better count again. Why you never comment? :( Makes me sad. ttyl!

West of the Moonstone update

I finished chapter 11 of West of the Moonstone yesterday. I'm trying to slow the pace down, and I think I sucessfully drew out a small event to two and a half pages. That's still pretty fast-paced. I used to get bored writing West of the Moonstone, so I'd speed it up, but now I'm trying to focus on small details and slow it down. That's about it; I'm not going to put the whole chapter in here, so you can see it tomorrow. Darn, tomorrow is school! I don't want to go to school. I'm tired. I'm sick of it. What's the point? We've stopped learning. We're not doing anything. Oh great, we have the math final tomorrow. Great. Just great. Oh well. ttyl!

Super weird dream

Wow, I had the weirdest dream last night. Well, it's not the weirdest, but it's pretty freaky. The weirdest dream was my sister's, in which she dreamt a dream with Spanish subtitles. But back to my dream, I was an apprentice in ThunderClan. I think I was Fernpaw. Anyway, we all came back from the Sunhigh patrol and Firestar was all, "Now that we're all here, we can give Ashpaw his warrior name." But then we entered camp and saw that Ashpaw was dead. Brownstar of ShadowClan killed him. I don't know how we knew that. But I think ShadowClan was the only other Clan in the forest, so it must've been one of them. Oh yeah, it was because an apprentice named Greenpaw from ShadowClan was there. We were enemies. So then I left and went into ShadowClan territory. But it was really weird the way I got there. In order to get to ShadowClan's territory, I had to go through my first day of ninth grade. I was following Audrey around the whole time. And it's really weird how my schedule was. First and second period was MSA. Then acess. Then third and fourth were core, followed by fifth period, which I can't remember what it was. I don't think I ever got there, but then it was lunch after that. And then six and seven. But I only made it to acess, because then I met someone out on this big green field that was right outside the band room and started reading their book. I became a cat again, only this time, we were all tiny little dolls. I heard a story about this old warrior cat who's now an elder and how he was confronted by all of ShadowClan in this weird thing where each cat has a toothpick (remember the cats are only like, an inch big) that's on fire and they stand in a circle around their victim. Then one by one the cats would enter the circle and try to kill the other cat. The old warrior cat defeated everyone, except the leader. He told me how he did it, and then when I reached ShadowClan's territory, they did that same thing again, and I defeated all cats but two. When they died, they disappeared. The last two cats were Greenpaw and Brownstar. While Greenpaw and I were fighting, Brownstar ran away. I burned Greenpaw really badly with my toothpick, and she was dying. She said that was would've been made a warrior in two days. I wanted to tell her that my brother was going to have been a warrior if Brownstar had waited an hour before killing him. But I didn't want to insult Brownstar, or Greenpaw might summon up some strength and attack me. Then I wondered what was taking Greenpaw so long to die, when she finally did. I wondered if I would be made a warrior for killing every cat in ShadowClan but one, but I decided I probably wouldn't because the warrior code doesn't encourage killing. I wasn't too worried about that. I was worried that Firestar would be made because I left camp without telling anyone.

Freakishly weird dream, eh? I wonder what it means. Probably that I should finish up chapter 11 of West of the Moonstone and not kill everyone in any of the Clans. ttyl!

I win for class idiot

I feel totally shitty. I didn't make that list in order or anything! Just because someone's name was last in the list doesn't mean they're the lowest. What I meant about being in the crappy group just like not being in the group with your friends. A lot of my friends were in one group, and I couldn't be in that group, but that doesn't mean the other people in my group are crappy. What am I supposed to say? Sue me. Hate me. I'm sorry. I was effin' mad when I wrote that. I was crying. I was crying so much my nose started bleeding. And that's only happened twice before. But face it, that's how it is. Madeleine would obviously prefer to be in a group with KK and Stina rather than anyone else. Aren't we all wanna-be's? We all want to be popular, have a ton of friends, and be admired. Am I getting the wrong definition? "If I hang out with cool people, I'll be cool too!" Well I'm not exactly a cool people, but I hope I'm not that big of a biotch either. Maybe I am, and no one's told me. Do you want to be the first? Well, actually my sister is the first, so someone has told me. But I don't really care what she thinks anyway. Wow, I really messed up a friendship. Will you ever forgive me? Are you going to kill me? Please don't. I don't know what I can do to make it better. I'll change it. I'll erase your memory. I'll buy you chocolate. I don't think we're going to have anymore group projects in math. See, teachers? This is why I hate group projects! If you say "Work in partners" then we'll want to be a group of three!! Then what? You can't say "Well I want to be with them so go find yourself another partner" Well I think that's what I did. To you. And that's why I'm sorry. I'm a bad girl. You go be with the kid who never finds a partner. That's what I meant about the crappy group. It's not crappy because of the people in it, it's crappy because of the people not in it. It's crappy because you didn't get who you wanted to be in your group. You're not crappy. I'm a crappy friend. It's my fault. You know who I'm mad at? Me. I'm mad at myself. I listen to you. I try. You can't always get your way. You can't never get your way either. And I think that neither of us will get our way if we're still angry at each other. ttyl?

A new project

So we've got that movie skit thing in history. My group is doing life in the South. I was really sad that I couldn't work with KK. I just wanted to work with her. I didn't care who else was in our group; I would've been happy if I could work with KK. But, of course, everyone else had to make a big fuss about it too. KK got herself into a pickle because she had promised Stina and Wendy she'd work with them, which left room for one other person. Madeleine is the best person at being brutally honest, since she really doesn't care about people's feelings who are below her, so she asserted herself and got to work with KK. Then Wendy says wtf and goes to work with some other group. Wendy always does that self-sacrifice thing. She shouldn't have left. Because then we didn't have enough people and we were stuck with some John and Diego. I really didn't want to work with Elizabeth, but she's really okay and we usually get along alright. I guess is was inevitable since Madeleine can't stand Elizabeth so she stuck her with me. Who elected Madeleine group divider anyway? I thought Stina always said she was my best friend, why didn't she want to be with me? KK doesn't even care about her own popularity, and here she's practically tied with Madeleine. I feel so betrayed. KK didn't even try to be with me, she just let Madeleine decide everything. This is what happens when you get too many friends. But you know what, that's not my problem because I really only wanted to work with KK. I know I'm not saying anything about Kati because she's alright and I don't mind working with her. If Wendy hadn't been all, "Yeah, KK you promised I could work with you yesterday" then I could've worked with Stina, Madeleine, and KK, like we had planned when Ms. McDougall was talking. Now I know how Tasha feels whenever she gets left out of a group project. I'm so sorry, Tasha! And now we get stuck with John and Diego, so Madeleine goes and takes Diego, so I'm stuck with Kati, Elizabeth, and John. John's weird, he keeps looking at me. Like, he's talking to Elizabeth, so I'm listening too, and he keeps flicking his gaze over to me. It creeps me out! He's done it before, like in band, he's talking to Piera, and he keeps looking at me. Argh! Stop it! Speaking of band, Danny's really weird. There was this notecard on the floor, and we were all standing together, and I guess Danny picked it up or something. So anyway, he's walking back to his seat, and he like, hands it off to me. So I read it, and I'm like, "This is a notecard for a science test. Why did you give this to me?" He's so weird. Why does he always pick on Ally? She's a ditz. You can tell she likes the attention.

I guess this whole not-being-in-a-group-with-my-friends thing will turn out to be okay. You can't pick your group in real life; this will be practice. And then I'll grow up to be able to work with difficult people (though I don't think I'll have to anyway) while Stina continues to be shy around people she doesn't know, KK continues to be the most by-the-book goodie goodie, Madeleine continues to disregard me, and Kati continues to be obsessed with Marty and water polo.

How I think others view me and my friends:

Top (most popular, most listened to, most valued for their opinion "cool" people)
Piera
Madeleine
Middle (normal people, sometimes excluded from being in the "cool" group)
KK, Stina (here's where I thought I was)
Kati, Regan, Nina, Heidi, Wendy, Tasha, Me
Bottom (stinky people)
All Boys


This is not how I rate my friends. This is how those higher than me obviously rate us. I have gathered this info based on their group-picking skills. Just remember, I'm not God. In God's eyes, we are all equal. Lesson of the day: don't be a passive group member. If you want to be in a group with someone, assert yourself. Thank you, Madeleine, for being an excellent example. We all love you. *cough* :) You know, I don't know. Whatever.

I really have to start working on history now. And the English extra credit.

I'm not mad at anyone (except myself), I've vented all my anger on this subject. That's what a journal's for! If you're mad at me, I'm sorry, I'll try to make it better. Really. ttyl!

Three more months...

Whew! I finally managed to snag a few minutes on the computer. My sister Jenny kicked me off so she could look at her own blog site. She thinks reading some email from a guy going to Dartmouth has priority over me. I wouldn't be complaining if it weren't for the fact that SHE HAS HER OWN COMPUTER, SO WHY CAN'T SHE USE IT?!?!?!?!?!?! She claims it takes too long to start up. Well enny, if you turn it on, then you won't have to wait for it every time you want to go on, just leave it on all the time!!!!! *argh* "Emily, I'm just going to be on for a minute, don't you want to see how hot this guy is?" No!!! I don't care!!! Get on your own computer!!! I have to share this one with Mom and Dad anyway, I'm not sharing with you when you can just go on your own computer!!! And Jenny's "I'm just going on for a minute" turns out to be going on her blog for a minute, read her email for a minute, looking at pictures of her friends for just one more minute, reading her friends' blogs for a minute, and then going back to stare at some random guy-she's-just-met's picture for a few minutes. I go take a shower for twenty minutes, and she's still on the computer, even when she said one more minute before I went in the shower. At least she has a valid excuse this time: she's making a power point thing for school and her computer doesn't have power point. She spends half of her "Emily, I'm doing homework! I have to do this!" time just looking at pictures of bunnies online instead of pasting them into her power point project. "Emily, is this bunny cute? Should I put it in? Are it's ears too weird? What do you think about this font? Do you like it better when the title's up here or in the middle?" Shuttup and just finish already!!!! She's worked on this for over an hour and she still only has two slides done. No animation or anything, just getting all the pictures and the font just right.

Thank God she's going to be on the other side of the U.S. in three months. I only hope I can survive until then.

If I had time, I'd go on about how Jenny would do this to me when we were little, but she's starting to get suspicious and wondering why it's taking me so long to get dressed. ttyl!

Student of the Month Picnic

Yesterday was pretty fun, I didn't get a tan at all. It sucks. But I didn't get burned either, so I guess it's okay. I'm tanner than a lot of my friends anyway. I have P.E. first period, and Ms. Mitchell wouldn't let anyone out of the locker rooms to second period unless they had school-appropriate shoes on. Nina and I wore flip-flops to school, so we were screwed. First we tried just leaving barefoot, but she caught us. So then we had to go back and put on our wet P.E. shoes without socks on. Regan did this too. Then we all changed back to flip-flops in second period. We were joking about how Ms. Griffin hurt her knee because Mr. Lloyd kicked her while Ms. Schmidt held her down. Ms. Schmidt has no sense of humor. She denied the whole thing. What really happened is that Ms. Schmidt and Ms. Griffin went golfing and Ms. Griffin hurt her knee doing that. Anyway, Regan and I stowed our P.E. shoes in Ms. Schmidt's closet. We'll get them on Tuesday.
As I look at my desk, I see my calendar. Today it shows a picture of an orange cat sniffing a flower. It so cute!!! Her ears are back and she's reaching up to smell the flower. Murphy is a very cute little kitty.
KK was one person away from being in my group at the picnic! But it doesn't matter anyway. I went in the pool at the very beginning for like, five minutes. Then my arms got tired. I have no upper body strength. Plus they were still sore from getting shots in them. Then I got all my crap together and hung out with Madeleine and Piera and Wendy the rest of the time. After lunch, I was going to go in the pool again, but then they closed it so I couldn't and I was a bit disappointed.
When we were playing three flies up, Piera accidentally stepped on my foot because I was too close to her when we were trying to catch the same ball. My toe nail bent back and started bleeding underneath it. It hurt a bit, and when I got home my mom clipped it.
After I got home I took a shower and hung out. I forget what I did. Oh yeah, chores. No wonder I blocked them from my memory. I hurt my foot somehow yesterday and I really hurts still. So then we went to MSA's spring concery. It was awesome. Mason had another drum solo, but this one was only like 2 minutes. It was so good! Why can't Jonathan be that Mason? Whatever. Maydha was there so we hung out and helped some people put away stuff after the concert while our moms were talking.
Today my sister is all stressed out because it's her prom night. I wanted to go to the Greek Festival with Madeleine, but I didn't know my mom could drive us so we didn't go. My sister's going to the prom with DJ, her love. I personally like Richard better, but he's gay so Jenny refuses to go out with him. I don't blame her, but he's still really cool.
Lately I've been working on my list of kitty names for my fan-fiction West of the Moonstone. I alphabetized it and added a lot more names. It's two pages now. I've got almost 250 first names and over 100 last names. It kind of sucks because every time I print a new version out, I think of one more name to add, so I have to print it out again and that wastes paper.
I have to go practice my clarinet, I have Mozart's clarinet concerto second movement stuck in my head. ttyl!

A Visit to the Doctor's Office

Firstly, why are you reading my blog? Are you just bored, or are you secretly in love with me and hope to get some clue on how to woo me by reading this? If it's the first one, I hope you're entertained my my pitiful life. If it's the second one, good luck, but I'm probably not interested anyway. Let's get started. So it was a normal doctor's visit, feeling stupid in the paper gown, feeling even more stupid when the doctor's like, "So you've started your period?" and I'm all, "No..." She says I've got until November before she's worried. As of five hours ago, I am 5' 2 3/4" and weigh 129 1/2 lbs. My doctor has this chart thing, it's a graph and there's this big curvy line on it showing the normal area for height on the top and weight on the bottom graph. There are two graphs on the paper. For height, she said I was in the 30th percentile, which I think means I am taller than 30% of everyone else my age that's still a normal height. But for weight, I was in like, the 70th percentile. So, after I changed into my normal clothes again, I sat in a chair, listening to my mom and the doctor talk outside. The doors are not sound-proof, and I heard everything. They were talking about how my weight is abnormal for my height. My doctor said that she didn't want to tell me because the last girl in here cried. I certainly felt like crying. So I'm kind of sad now. I'm fat. Why? I eat healthier than a lot of people, and excersize more, why am I fat? I also got two shots, but they didn't really hurt. The nurse was really nice. But now my arm hurts because I was doing push-ups in Tae Kwon Do. They don't really count as push-ups. I have no upper body strength at all. I was standing and doing an upright push-up against a counter-top. I did like five, and I got sore for a bit. I'm so lame. Stop laughing. Let me wallow in my self-pity. You know, I've always wanted to write a journal, but I always said, what's the point? No one's going to read it, and if they did, they'd laugh. So I'd use the reflective essays Ms. Zigas would assign to talk about everything. I feel kind of bad I made her listen. I do that with all my writing assignments I'm not serious about. Like my eighth grade graduation speech. It was mostly true! Just the part about shallow friends, I've only got a few, not a load like it says. I have 305 kitties on my wall. After the doctor's appointment, my mom and I went to Target, but I didn't have any money to buy more. Otherwise I would've had, like, ten more kitties. Maybe even get to another wall. That's all for now, ttyl!