Congratulations! If you're reading this, it means you've managed to find the new megcabot-staging.htnwbil5-liquidwebsites.com. Pat yourself on the back — you don't know how many people have written to me asking, — Where did your site go??
Actually my site is right where it's always been — right here at megcabot-staging.htnwbil5-liquidwebsites.com. The only thing that's changed — besides the look of it — is the thingie it points to.
To which I would just like to add that I have nine houseguests right now, including my mother; her boyfriend; my aunt; her boyfriend; my 84 year old grandmother; my brother; his wife; and my nieces, ages 3 and 18 months.
I don't even remember what day it is, let alone what the name of the thingie is.
All I know is, if you've bookmarked or linked to any of the pages on my old site in the past, you just need to go to the new site and make sure you have the updated page.
And if you're wondering where all the pre-2006 entries to this blog have gone, don't worry, they're still around. We are working on transfering them over, but it might take a while. We're working on RSS feed thingies, too.
In other news, did I mention I have nine houseguests at the moment?
Actually, things are so crowded at my house, I had to move Henrietta's litter box into my bathroom, because I didn't think it would be fair to ask Grandma to share the upstairs guest bathroom with a cat who has a tendency to fling her litter across the room with joyous abandon.
This change has helped to achieve a whole level of bonding Henrietta and I haven't shared since our days together back in my New York apartment, where of course you HAVE to keep your cat's litter box in your bathroom, because there are no guest bathrooms in New York City — as anyone who has ever visited there than can tell you.
Anyway, it turns out you can't really KNOW your cat until the two of you have walked down memory lane by peeing side by side together, just like old times.
Imagine my surprised when, delighted to spend quality time with me because I always seem to be downstairs with my guests, and seeing that I was on my own white porcelain litter box–just like old times in New York–Henrietta ran to hers.
There, looking up at me with a big cat smile on her face, and purring happily while she did her business, Henrietta seemed to be saying, — Isn't this fun???? We're peeing!!!! Together!!!! AGAIN!!!! WHEEEEE!!!!?
In other news — did I mention I have nine houseguests?
And I just said the word pee in my blog.
So, obviously, there is no other news for now.
More later.
Much love,
Meg
