The Tail of Prince Lee

Whooooo-boy, alot has happened since last I typed.

First off, I've been driving the family around in my Honda for the last week or so, and it's been generally great fun. I'm starting to accept that on a daily basis it isn't so horrible to almost have cars crash into you. I have had to accept that even if I obey every traffic law imaginable, there are stupid people out there who make things less safe.

The car drives really well, the speakers are gooood, and on a flat stretch of road the car just zooms happily at 75. For whatever reason, this car goes fast without you knowing it. Unless it's on a hill, where it shows its weakness. Sure, you can floor the gas, but the car will mainly make angry revving sounds--which I don't like but mom seems to ignore (which drives me crazy). It parks ridiculously well, being so small, and it turns like those crazy little cars on the little kid rollercoasters (read: it turns well and fast).

The week has been crazy, of course. We've had bad insurance guys that never showed to inspect our property. We're also expecting a change in tenants at one of the properties, and actually an old pal of mine from Junior high may be renting the place.

Perhaps the biggest news is our newest arrival to the Pollack family: a stray cat that we rescued from the parkinglot of Butch's Corner Store earlier in the week. Liz had asked to go there to get some food, so I drove. When we got there we found that cat, scared, and all skin and bones, and running desperately around trying to get inside the store or rub around Liz's ankles. So we brought the cat home, and though mom and dad were a little perturbed, they told us we'd done the right thing.

Very quickly, we were all endeared to this quiet, slow moving little black and white cat with a fluffy black tail and spots on its face. Don and I joked that it could be something out of a Stephen King story, where the cat was actually from hell and was casting a spell on us.

Yeah, we need hobbies.

Mom felt that the cat told her in a dream that its name was Princess Leia. That stuck for a couple days, until today when we took the cat to the vet and it turns out it should really be "Prince Lee"

so that's what we're calling him for now. He drinks out of the toilet, is taking pain medication for a hurt hip, is about 1 year old, and without disease. He sleeps on mom's head or my head during the night. Mocha, the puppy, is extremely jealous.