balding angrily

Not really; it’s just a good sentence to start with. The biggest news is that I came very close to shitting a brick when my iPhone temporarily froze this morning. I upgraded to the 2.0 software. Because Apple’s or AT&T’s servers are handling numerous service orders this morning - and because when upgrading iPhone software my computer has to talk to those servers (probably sending my bank account balances, account numbers, and names of porn sites I frequent directly to George W.) - my iPhone went, “Bwuh?”

I railed against the system for ten minutes, throwing cutlery and juice boxes, and proclaiming Apple and AT&T the worst entities since the devil. Then my iPhone went happy-face, and I rubbed it and said “Purrrrrrrr.”

My cat has a boo-boo. She has some kind of puncture wound really close to her anus. Because of the adjacency of the two holes, we’re thinking that the other cat literally tore her a new asshole. (Jerry’s joke, not mine.) The vet said she’d be fine, but we’re still unsure how exactly she got the wound. The two cats occasionally fight, but they’ve never drawn blood.

We’ve noticed that in her advanced years, the wounded kitty has been less than cat-like - failing to correctly judge the distance between a chair-back and a window sill, jumping, and dropping down the gap. It’s fun to watch; I point and laugh as she pokes her head from behind the chair, looking at me as if to say, “Tell anyone and I’ll poop on your beard trimmer.”

Jerry’s theory is that she did this once and hit herself on the sharp corner of a metal planter we have next to the window. Poor kitty. The grossest thing the vet said yesterday: “I opened up the wound to let it drain.”