katakat.com bytes from a participant observer

The cats just had to go. Back home, that is. It seems my place was just too small for 30 pounds of cats. Nocturnal activities included loud meowing for food at 3:00 a.m.; regular emptying of the water bowl onto the bathroom floor; pounding on the bedroom door to be let in; and finally, jumping on my head while I was trying to sleep. Lack of rest was affecting my work performance, as I can only fake alertness through so many meetings. So Nick came and retrieved them last night. I then slept soundly once again. In a related act of giving, I finally decided to hand over my clarinet to be refurbished and used by somebody who truly needed it. I really can't play it anymore since biting down like that is probably not good for my implant, and hadn't really taken it out of the case in 15 years anyway. The radio station at my school was having a musical instrument drive, and so off it went. I hope it finds a good home. I got it third-hand myself, back in 1978. It served me well beyond college. Not a bad investment for $100. And I will miss my clarinet, really. Lots of memories there.