Alaskan Bulgarian

Cat Photos

Well, I didn't make it to the internet club yesterday. It was a full day at school, one that I probably started off on the wrong foot by playing basketball with my eleventh and ninth graders during their gym hour. Not that playing basketball wasn't fun, it actually turned out to be the best part of the day, but through experience I've learned that exhausting yourself a little before 4 hours of teaching doesn't really do wonders.

The rest of the day went pretty well regardless. Tenth and eleventh grades, and we're still doing review, so it isn't too strenuous for teacher or student. They grumble about writing, and they'll continue to, but writing sentences in the past tense is just part of the horrible trial that is being being a high school student and they'll just have to get used to it at some point or another.

After the school day ended I trotted home and flopped down on the couch, pretty much content with doing absolutely nothing until the faculty dinner later that night. So I didn't hit the internet club. But I'm here today, so I have that going for me, and you have cat photos.

Yuli tends to use the back of my desk chair as a catapult (no pun intended. Wokka. Wokka.) to the desk or curtains depending on her mood. Here, she's just climbing up to see what that clicking, flashing thing I'm pointing at her is all about.

Yuli at home. A recent delivery from a caring aunt has left Yuli with a nice little hideaway under the desk. It isn't well-furnished because I've found that as soon as I give her a blanket or towel she just moves to a new cave. She seems to like it enough. She takes her naps there and keeps digging out the styrofoam bits that came in the box in her continuing effort to poison herself by chewing on everything that could possibly be bad for her. If you wonder why I hadn't picked up all the styrofoam bits that might be bad for her, well, I did after I took the pictures. So there.

And finally, Yuli playing with a present generously donated by Grams. This mouse has lasted twice as long as the first one I gave her. Yuli can be awfully dog-like in her need to destroy toys instead of playing with them.

So that's the show for the day. If the mood strikes I'll haul myself out here again for another entry tomorrow, but the apartment, and silence, and the lack of kids feels awfully good on the weekends. So we'll see.

Posted by Rob at September 25, 2004 07:54 PM