I spend a good part of my day daydreaming about things that don't exist. Or, rather, only exist in my brain. Hence the whole daydreaming component, there.

Anyway, it occurs to me, while I'm checked out in flights of fancy, there are other things going on. The menagerie of my home, I mean.

We have a dog and two cats. Michael wanted the first cat. Then we got a second, who died. Then we got a third, who was mentally damaged. Then we got Jolie.

Jolie was the cutest little fluffmuffin when she was brought home. All fur and eyes, a puffy little furball to call my own--my first little kitten. She was a joy, one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen in my life.

And she's been a great cat, if not a little whiny. It's just... well, in the last few years, she's gone a bit wild. I joke about her being poked by the neighborhood tomcats (she is spayed, so no need to lecture me here). And it's funny, but it's also annoying. Since we let her be an outdoor cat (which was czech's idea) she's gone practically feral.

So, in preparation for our move (I probably should post about that, since I haven't), where she cannot be an outdoor cat, we're trying to rehabilitate her. The problem: she's whiny and she's too curious. I found her with her head in the toilet a few minutes ago. And she doesn't shut up. I can't work with her (since I work from home) because all she does is meow constantly.

And sometimes, she's delightfully friendly. Last night, while the husband and I indulged in some WoW, she kept trying to crawl up on my lap. Which I let her do, because I love her, and I like when she actually recognizes my presence. But then she farted. On me. And kept doing that... cat butt in the air thing. Ew.

My dilemma: Jolie loves being an outdoor cat. She has only a very limited desire to be an indoor cat. When the fancy strikes her. Our townhouse isn't going to permit any sort of free-roaming animal.

I feel a responsibility for her. But yet, I want her to be happy. Should I try and find her a new home? I don't know. I'm so mixed up with guilt and frustration over this silly cat. It really shouldn't be so bad!

... maybe I should petition Bast.

In other animal news, Calliope the Dog ate an entire loaf of homemade bread I lovingly made for my husband. :(