The people downstairs have a new kitten named Tidbit, and he is friendly friendly friendly. He is so friendly that as soon as you step outside the door, he will galumph upstairs and attack your feet with purrs before enthusiastically chewing on your hand mid-pet. It has made me a little sad that Mango spent most of her kittenhood hiding in the knife drawer and just generally being weird. She has become much braver in the past few years, but, as we learned this weekend, she is still thrown off by stray blonde wigs and the presence of menfolk in the apartment.
Just got back from celebrating Doctor Who Day at Chris and Liz's apartment.
Doctor Who Day is celebrated by gathering together and watching the new episode while eating extravagant concoctions of which cheese always plays a very large part. (Nacho Mountain!) Afterwards, I was coaxed into playing another level of Resident Evil 4, where the zombies sometimes sprout TENTACLE HEADS after they are shot. Oh no, no, no, no, no. And this is after watching
[REC] last night, a Spanish zombie movie that was apparently remade into
Quarantine in the states.