Kitten report

I think the kitten (now dubbed "Ash" because Wonderful Husband has an interesting, perverse sense of humor) has decided that I = Mama. I say this because the scrawny little black tit-hugger (so called because my sister has a wonderfully descriptive way with words) is currently sitting on the shelf of my chest as I lean back in my desk chair, licking me, nuzzling me under the chin, scent-marking me, and purring. This being a bit of a departure from Ash's rather timid, placid behavior of the last twenty-four hours, I think it's safe to say he's domesticable.

Of course, he does not yet know that I picked up kitty shampoo on the way home and plan to bathe him this evening....

I also picked up a trap after I got off of work and went back and baited it. None of us at the office saw the other two kittens today, but hopefully they'll be hungry little sootball strays....

Kitten, dance, translation; my life this week

Well, Ash versus the water, round one, went fairly well. He's much softer now, if not entirely de-flea'd yet. Stupid me didn't think he had fleas, so I got normal shampoo. But he's getting a few more baths over the next few days, until we get all of the fur crusts gone (to be fair, there's only one left, and that's on his chest) and the water is as clear when he's taken out as it was when he was put in. And he's spent this evening drowsing in my lap as I work on translations, so all seems to be good on that count.

Wore my dance heels to swing class tonight, which I think helped in some aspects and didn't in others. I suspect I'm going to end up laying down money for *real* dance shoes at some point, not just heels that I dedicated to the purpose.

The translation proceeds apace. All I have left to do is the OP and some baby Japanese in Konomi's scene. And then I get to toss the whole thing at sandpanther and have her tell me how off-base I am. Of course, at the same time I get to run through her translations of 21 and 22. Somehow I suspect there'll be far fewer accuracy problems in those, though. Still, all in all this is giving me a weird feeling that my B.A. in Japanese was perhaps not entirely a wasted endeavor.