(see a theme emerging here?)
And while not a name for a pair, someone suggested “Fievel Mousekewitz” from An American Tail
Some things I’ve just been thinking about…
At what point do I just call myself “Orthodox”, and stop trying to explain to people that I am a “mainline evangelical Protestant pastor’s daughter who is interested in converting to Eastern Orthodoxy.”? The weird looks are starting to bug me…
At what point do I stop going to my church? Do I stop calling it my church?
What about tithes?
What about being a “member”?
And the one that really hit me recently:
Who will perform the ceremony at my wedding? I mean, I’ve always envisioned that it would be dad, but…I’m gonna be Orthodox, and unless something happens within the next few years, he won’t be.
*big sigh*
The Good: Having an easy class this afternoon.
The Bad: Math tutoring session with someone who’s never tutored Pre-Calc before (and I got up early for this 
)
The Ugly: Cafeteria pizza *shudder*
The cats are doing great. Scully finished her course of antibiotics for the UTI, and she hasn’t peed outside of her litterbox once. Also, the diet change (in response to food sensitivities) has been resisted somewhat, but there hasn’t been a single case of stomach upset in over a week.
The mice are settling in quite nicely, they seem to like the little habitat I set up for them (pics to come…) No new names yet, but we’re working on that. Mom is lobbying for “Peter” and “Piper”.
The rabbits are doing good, as usual.
But the hamster…
I think he’s becoming senile. He’s started sleeping next to his litterbox, putting food in his litterbox, and seems disoriented about 30%-50% of the time. He’s two, and hasn’t had the greatest past, so I suppose some of this is to be expected.
I guess the only thing to do is just keep an eye on him and make sure there are no other signs of illness. Oh the joys of being a domestic zookeeper!
