This is genius

Best cover I've heard of any song in a very very long time. (Courtesy of my friend in SF, who I think prefers anonymity.)

Pat calls her 'Shitty Kitty'

He also calls her "Jorge Georgio," but that's another story.

She hasn't slept in here for the last couple days, so she might be over whatever it was that was making her do it. I'm still wary of letting her sleep on my pillow, but sooner or later I'll forget she doesn't mind sleeping in her own shit and she'll be back in her spot.

Tweet tweet

A number of my work friends Twitter, so like the sheep that I am, I jumped on the bandwagon. I joined more to follow my friends than to update people on the things I do because frankly I don't do anything. I may Twitter my Scrabble victories, but other than that I've got nothing spectacular going on.

That's a lie. I do. Or my cat does. Anyway.

So a couple weeks after I moved to J'ville, I adopted two precious little kitties — Bess and George — from the Jacksonville Humane Society, and we've gotten along fabulously. They can be little shits sometimes (like kids!) but they're also darn cute and really sweet (unlike kids).

They both have their own little quirks and weird things, but they're mostly endearing. Except this new behavior from George where she sleeps in her litter box. In. The. Litter. Box. On her and Bess' poop. It's slightly cute but mostly gross.

I did some Googling yesterday, and all the discussion boards suggest three things:

1. She feels most secure in her litter box because she's been spooked by something or feels threatened by another cat. I don't think this is the case because it's brand new behavior and she and Bess are sisters and have always seemed to get along well.

2. A lot of shelter cats slept in their litter boxes because it's the softest place in their cage. I just switched litter, so the new stuff might be similar to what they used at the Humane Society and she just feels like it's more homey. A very likely explanation.

3. She's sick. Some cats will indicate that they don't feel well by just hanging out at the litter box all the time, whether they're actually using it or not. She seems to be using it normally and isn't feverish or anything, so this is possible but not likely. I should take her to the vet but can't afford it. Donations?

So yeah, anyone know any cat-behavior experts? I could use some help, here.

It's a missed connection, a canceled show

Something I do when I have unfettered Internet access and plenty of free time is read Craigslist. I know, that makes me slightly uncool, but the "best of" makes me laugh more often than not, and sometimes I like to shop real estate or look for jobs in more politically progressive cities. But one of my favorite things is reading the "missed connections" section.

I didn't think lots of others did it, but my friend admitted to doing it so I don't feel so alone anymore. Now, I don't read them because I hope against hope that some strapping young man missed a connection with me. They're thoroughly entertaining, though, because someone is always a "vision," particularly if she is the leggy blonde with whom Mr. Connectionless made eye contact as she brushed past him in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. Mr. Connectionless wants to know what color her T-shirt was and what kind of cereal she was reaching for when The Moment happened, you know, just so he can make sure it's actually Ms. Wheaties and not some wacko who thinks he's actually her man.

I also get a chuckle when they're asking for a specific person. The headline is often something to the tune of "Looking for KELLY SMITH. where are you? i miss you?" and the poor girl is, like, the customer service specialist he spoke to when calling to inquire about one of his credit cards. Her voice was angelic. There was something, but he was afraid to act on it.

Actually though, I think it's all in vain. What are the odds that Ms. Wheaties will actually think, "Oh, who was that stunning single man who was trying to decide between name brand and generic raisin bran? Why didn't I talk to him? [Pause as she brightens, realizing there is hope.] Maybe he went looking for me on Craigslist! WHERE IS A COMPUTER?"

I think Mr. Connectionless creates this post in a desperate hope that some lame, single female (do not judge) reads these for giggles, sees his ad and instantly wants to have his children. That seems like greater motivation than actually finding Ms. Wheaties or KELLY SMITH.

I would like to find some statistics on the success of missed connections with the people who actually missed the connection, not the people who wished someone would a miss a connection with them. To be totally honest, it is kind of precious that Mr. Connectionless does this. Maybe he just didn't have the nerve to make a move when it would have mattered, you know? But really, I can't say I would be inspired to go get coffee or have dinner (or any other number of "dates" they suggest) with someone who used Craigslist's missed connections as the way to find me. I think I'd be really creeped out if some stranger tried to find me, period, but that's a different story.

Maybe I would sing a different tune if that actually did happen, but I'm just going to hope and assume it's not.