We’ve got the Bruins vs Capitals game on the tube here at chez Jenny. (that’s what I’m going to call our house from now on, chez Jenny) The Bruins are leading the Capitals 3-1. Tim Thomas is playing like the 2009 Tim Thomas, not the 2010 Tim Thomas. The offense is clicking and the Goalie is looking like he was hurt worse than we though all year last year.

The Yankees and the Rangers are tied at two in the fourth.

The Giants beat the Phillies to go up two games to one.

As I sit here typing this, Milan Lucic just picked a fight. Maybe we have the 2009 Lucic back too?

Jen is learning about Fitness Tests. It’s not health, it’s a programming tool for unit testing. It looks pretty cool to me. I just did something I haven’t done since just before I graduated from College in 2004. I messed around with Java. It’s been a long time and damn am I rusty.

The cat was curled up on the couch hanging out with us, but she just ran off. I think she might be getting a bite to eat, or maybe she’s gone to claim our bed. If that’s the case, I think we’ll be joining her soon.

Go Bruins. Go Rangers. Screw you, Yankees.

Those freakin’ Yankees had better not be messing with me.

I didn’t see the game last night. The Love of My Life wanted to watch Dancing with the Stars and due to my overflowing hatred of the Yankees I was more than happy to watch something other than them.

But now they are down two games to one. They are still very much in it, but the clear advantage goes to the Rangers. Unless of course the Yankees are just screwing with me. There is a very good chance that they know I hate them and that they enjoy messing with me. Sure, they’ll go down 2-1. They might go down 3-2 as well. But then they’ll just pour it on at the end and make me look bad. It has nothing to do with the Rangers, or the competitive spirit, or the price of tea in China. It has everything to do with how much I hate the Yankees, and how much they collectively hate me back.

The cat was much more social last night. (oh good, here is the fat guy’s cat update.) She hung out in the living room with us. She climbed onto the back of the couch and tried to sit on our heads. She tried to eat our dinners (no way kitty!)

Most importantly, she ate. When Jen got home yesterday the cat was meowing a lot and looking up at her hopefully. Jen would bring her over to the food dish and she’d eat a bite but then she’d walk away. The food dish was still pretty full, and the cat was still pretty distressed. Jen, in a flash of utter brilliance that I have come to expect, opened up a different brand of cat food and our little Panache inhaled it. She tore through it like a fat man falling off the weight watchers wagon in a sweet shoppe in Disney World (and I have been there and done that, thank you, I know what it looks like from personal experience. I can still practically taste the huge bag of M&Ms).

This morning she did two things of note. First, I was outside taking out the trash and I happened to look toward our awesome living room window (our living room window. Not some land lord’s, but ours) and there she was, looking out the window at me. We’re at cute factor 8 captain!

The second thing was a little distressing. Just after Jen left for work, and just before I was going to leave for work, I was sitting at the dining room table working on something and she walked up next to me and started meowing. Now just before leaving Jen had put another serving of the kitty-approved cat food out for her and she had burned through a lot of it, so I figured she wanted attention. However, when I reached down to pet her she flinched like I was about to slug her. No way, kitty! I would never do that. This actually happened twice. I feel bad. I feel like the poor little thing is afraid of me. I would never hurt my new favorite kitty, ever!

Anyway, I am looking forward to tomorrow night when the kids come back. I hope they are gentle with her and don’t scare her anymore than she already is. After taking out the trash and seeing her in the window this morning I went inside to grab my glasses and my phone so I could leave for work. I figured I’d say goodbye to her again, but she was hiding some where. I don’t want her to feel she has to hide anymore.

Oh my dear readers, I fear you are all (both) going to get sick of the kitty updates very quickly.

But…

Here is a kitty update.

I said before that we let the cat out of the carrier in our bedroom and she darted under the bed and refused to come out. If we took turns lying on the floor being quiet and very patient she would come out for a few seconds, let us pet her, and then go back into hiding.

We gave up the neighborhood watch during dinner and she poked her head into the dining room a couple of times. During one visit Jen managed to pick her up and show her where the litter box and the food bowls were. She didn’t seem to have much interest though and went back under the bed.

Just before 8:00 last night, Jen and my step son were in our room planning to sit on the bed and do a little reading before his bed time. While they were sitting there the cat jumped up on the bed and stayed with them. She seemed pretty hungry for attention but they were afraid of spooking her again so they were very quiet and gentle with her. My step daughter and I both got to quietly enter the room and visit with Ms Panache as well.

After both kids had gone to bed Jen and I stayed in our room under the pretense of a reading date, but really we were just spending quality bonding time with our new roomie. She was very quiet for the most part. When we went to sleep she stayed up on the bed between us, despite the danger of having me roll over on her. I didn’t though, I was careful… and I didn’t sleep much because of it.

On one occasion she stared head butting my hand, pretty much demanding me to pet her. I did for a minute or so and she was happy with that. On another occasion she started meowing pretty loud. She had actually left the bed and was standing by the bedroom door. I thought maybe she needed help finding the litter box again so I picked her up (awkwardly) and carried her to them. She wasn’t interested, although she did take a little time to look around before going back to the bed.

This morning she let the kids shower her with more attention for a while and she did leave the bedroom again. Just before we left she had been in the living room with the kids and something spooked her. She regressed a little and ended up hiding under the couch. We tried to coax her out for a few minutes before leaving but she wanted nothing of it.

Now that she’s home alone she has probably propped open the fridge and eaten all of our food, and climbed up the wall to the phone to make some long distance calls… ya know, that sort of thing.

We’re trying to think of a name that is better than Panache. I told the kids we would all have to agree on a new name if we are going to change it. If you feel like giving us some ideas, please feel free.

Playing Rummy Royal

And Robbie has the Jack of Hearts.

Gimme Money!!!

We own a cat.

Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She’s black with white feet, much like Floyd was.

They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn’t come out. We took turns sitting with her. She’d poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.

Progress is being made.

This morning we had a visit from my sister’s family.  Lisa, Ken and my awesome two year old nephew.  They stopped in to check out the new house.  It was a very nice visit, especially watching my nephew tear around the place like the little whirling dervish that he is.  I love him and I am so happy I got to see him and his family today.

Just after they left the four of us went to the MSPCA in Methuen to look at cats.

We picked one.

We came home but Jen had to return with some paperwork.  When she comes back (shortly) we may have a new pet.  I haven’t had a pet since I was… three years old or so?  So I asked my step kids to help me learn how to take care of it.

It’s an adventure, this life of mine, and I am loving every second of it!

Is Panache the kitty for us?

It’s getting ugly!