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Hurray! Our new cats are here! Aren't they GORGEOUS?!?!?!?!?!? They are fat and glossy, and came with more accessories than I even own. A three-story kitty condo, some wheeled, soft-sided carrying cases, multiple scratching items, a sack of toys, and two high-tech litter boxes, and they got delivered right to my front door from usedcatsRus.com, just like a pair of boots from Zappos. So cool! They have so much stuff that I might have to move out to the garage to make room for them. Sure, it's cold and dirty out there but there's plenty of clothes, boats, household items, bee hives, spare construction materials and emergency supplies. It'd be nice and quiet, and I bet there's plenty of wireless around here free for the taking. I'm sure I could live out there quite happily for some time. Of course, then I would need some garage cats. You can never have too many cats, you know.

They don't have names yet. Their original names don't suit us, but there has been some serious discord over potential new names, especially for the black and white one that looks like Henry. Shane favors 'Henry', while Weston thinks we should call him 'Alex'. The other one, who doesn't look like any other cat I know, hasn't spent enough time out from under the chair to let us ponder names for him. My sister is horrified that we aren't keeping their names but I don't think cats care about that kind of foolishness. They know who they are and aren't the tiniest bit concerned with what stupid humans call them; that's my theory. Cats don't need labels, only people seem to need labels. I have a high confidence level that I would not be appreciably different even if I had a name that was totally unsuitable. Like Molly or Tiffany or Edna. I don't even care what people call me, and it's a good thing, too. ESPECIALLY at the office.

That's all the cat news for today- I will keep you posted on the names. We can only call them 'The black and white one that looks like Henry' and 'The shy one' for so long, right? Have a good week!

Shiny

So, here we are! Welcome to my brand new blog. It's all sparkly and neat and I'm almost afraid to write anything here. I don't want it to get all messy like that old one, what with the inconsistent labels and questionable content. I sort of feel like it's the first day of school, and all my pencils are sharp and have perfect, unsmudged erasers. My PeeChees are crisp and graffiti free. My socks and underwear are snowy white and I have vowed that this is the year that my handwriting will be tidy, my papers will always be in the correct folder instead of crumpled up in my pocket, and I won't keep any dangerous substances in my locker. Well, except for maybe my dead cat. In a storage emergency. And just for the record, just because something smells bad doesn't mean it's hazardous.

Speaking of dead cats, you might wonder what the hell I'm talking about. Or if you're like Lloyd, you might be shaking your head and rolling your eyes right now and muttering about crazy people. I'm not some sort of cat-hating weirdo. I LOVE cats. It's just that, well, you can read about it here. And look here, for a little more of my feline-centric prose to establish my cat person cred. The truth is, we all have a dead cat somewhere, and I like to keep mine in my purse. And, in case you were wondering, you can rest assured that no cats were harmed in the making of this blog.

Anyway, I hope you like it! Once again, I have the extremely talented Stefan to thank for the header, along with Jennifer for her style assistance. You can contact me at womanwithadeadcat at gmaildotcom or through the comments, and you can subscribe for email updates by using the form on the upper right. I haven't used one before, so please let me know if you have any trouble with it. If you're curious about the old blog, Stories from Korea, it will stay up, unchanged for now, but I may take it down or alter it later.