the apartment is a mess right now. it's disgusting. only one man can solve this problem, and that man is tim mcgraw. yeah, i'm getting in the mode, just a little more coffee and I'm gonna have this place lookin like new. I'd like to do my laundry as well, but Joy is much to comfortable on top of the pile to be disturbed.

i officially adopted Joy on Thursday. i had been thinking she was from a Northern CO shelter, but she was actually from the other transfer that day - KY! Her Kentucky name was Sherry. Per the KY shelter folks, her best qualities are: Loving and Playful. I would have to agree, though I'd add: Crazy Smart, Athletic, and Well-Mannered to the list.

The birds are doing great. Don't know if they did the math and figured out that they're siblings, but whatever the motivation they've elected to hold off on making eggs. They still like putting nests together, but then they just sit in them, seemingly quite content with selfless genes. They've now each had a narrow brush with murder. Hope fled the room at one point while I was changing her water. She immediately became disoriented and landed on the carpet to get her bearings. The cat was apparently not in a sporting mood, and took advantage of this disadvantaged prey. Hope somewhat got the idea that she was being hunted after she was pounced on a time or two, and made some effort to fly around but kept choosing vulnerable spots to land in, chiefly the floor. By the time I caught the cat, Hope was in her mouth. I shook the cat and Hope emerged miraculously unharmed. Darrel repeated the performance with Joy, but I caught him in a pillow case before he got chomped. Looking at their survival skills, you'd think they'd been raised in captivity or something. If nothing else, they have provided some pretty fantastic stimulation for the predators in the house.