This has become a journal about my cat.

Somebody is currently begging quite insistently for food.

Somebody can have food when they prove that the four separate incidents of regurgitation I had to clean up today are hair-ball or eating-to-fast induced.

Someone can have a bit more food when they demonstrate that the quarter can of food they had when I got home will stay down.

OH!

But I do have a very hot wonderful new icon of one Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived looking all hot serious and intenseish and like he may have recently had dental work on his right side. I particulalrly like that last bit because I have had so much dental work, including a cleaning this morning in which my teeth were scraped which is one of my very least favorite things ever, it is like we are as one.

Also, I am reassured by the fact that Daniel Radcliff is now eighteen meaning that my thinking he is hot a perfect Harry is not illegal, just creepy! Score!