all is happy in the house now.

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jack and i were up for a good portion of the other night, checking on angus under the bed to make sure there were no kitty heart attacks or bleeding paws. (my comforter needs some serious dry-cleaning, it's covered with smears of blood from the torn claw.) by morning he was calmer, but still on edge... but no bleeding and no heart issues, so we breathed a sigh of relief.

did snax at my mom's place and dinner at jack's mom's... it's amazing how different our two families are. at my mom's, there were 5 of us and we had cheese and crackers and watched a movie (by the way -- the opening scene of "before the devil knows you're dead" is not really comfortable to watch with one's parents)... at jack's mom's place, there were about 25 people, including 8 very spirited children. i was exhausted by the time we left, after 5 hours of listening to piano-banging and screaming and having rubber lizards thrown at me. whew.

was only up 1 pound this morning, which i consider a big success. of course in one evening i managed to go through all of my extra weekly points and then some, but 6 hours of housework this afternoon put me back in the black points-wise. :)

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Probat pulled the plastic bag stunt once. It was funny and really really awful at the same time, poor thing. She got rid of it sooner without managing to tear a claw. But after that she was under the futon making a terrifying noise we'd never heard from any cat, for many hours, and we had to seek reassurance from friends on the internets that this was within the normal realm of cat noises and she was not going to explode.