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Saturday, 26 March 2005

I’ve done some fixing on the moosifer jones’ reading blog.. It’s now 99% OK, unless you happen to be running IE6 under Windows with a screen resolution of 800 x 600 in which case you should consider swapping to Firefox anyway…IE is buggy.

Could someone on LJ syndicate this and let me know? moosiferjones_reading would be OK….ta…

Now I must finish all this revision work before 7pm…

Fiddling About

Saturday, 26 March 2005

I’ve just finished – I think – fiddling with the CSS code for this blog. There was something strange happening with the way the columns lined up, and some paragraph indenting was bugging me. I surfed bravely away from my normal comfort sites of W3schools and glish’s CSS templates. I’d love to play with the CSS Zen garden but I do have other things to do, so I ended up at Floatutorial. I still had to fiddle to get the blogger content to sit in the right place, but at last this blog no longer looks half-cocked. At least in Firefox.

I’ve also changed the further readings links to a feed. Sara at storytelling is looking for links to authors who blog, so I’m going to get around to putting more into the further reading list. Suggestions always welcome.

Finally, the atom feed is running.

I don’t think it has been syndicated to LJ yet, but if someone does that, could they let me know the syn URL? Ta.
The LJ syn is up (thanks, Trina!).

Updated to add:
Thanks to a smart person at the CSS forum, the thing is now behaving under the most common browsers and OSs. The one failing one is if you have a screen resolution of 800 x 600 and are running IE6 on a Windows OS. I’ll try to fix it, but in the meantime, if you are being caught by that, may I suggest the joys of Firefox?
Get Firefox!

hello, gorgeous

Friday, 25 March 2005
Handsome Devil
Handsome Devil,
originally uploaded by Mags.

Sébastian is settled in. He’s still rather grumpy about some things and has decided that the day bed / spare bed in the attic is, in fact, his. He may just be showing off his handsome coat against the black and white throw that covers it.

We’re still negotiating breakfast times. I consider 8am to be a reasonable hour to get up and feed him, as I don’t have to leave for work until 8.30am. He considers 6.30am to be a reasonable time to wake me to demand his breakfast. So far he has woken me once with the cold nose on my own and twice with attempts to eat my arm. I’d forgotten how lively four year old cats are, but luckily even in my mostly asleep state, I remember how to get them to release the ‘killing blow’ on your arm without upsetting them. And the teeth marks only last a day or so.

I hope no-one wants the spare bed any time soon…

Some backstory

Saturday, 19 March 2005

Last night I was posting hastily, in order to hurry back downstairs and make sure Sébastian hadn’t escaped via the chimney. And, trust me, he did try at one point last night. So here is what I know of his past, and why he is called what he is called.

He was brought in to the RSPCA Little Valley Shelter on 20th January this year. He was a stray, but was wearing a red velvet collar. He had been run over, and suffered a fractured pelvis. No one came to collect him. He’s about four years old, and has been recovering steadily. when I first saw him he was washing himself and looking deeply uninterested in the person peering into his pen. After I filled in paperwork, I was allowed to handle him, at which point he did become interested in me and at which point Cruella became known to me.

Unsurprisingly, when you decide to tour all the cat shelters in the area of a Sunday afternoon you notice the same people coming to each one, as we all look for a cat to adopt. Cruella had been at the Cat’s Protection place out towards Woodbury, and suddenly she was in the cat shed at Little Valley. She wanted Sébastian because her previous cat had died two weeks ago and Sébastian was a grey tabby just as her previous cat had been. The trouble was, I’d filled in the paperwork. Back to the office to get the duty manageress’s opinion on my application and there was the inevitable “um” when they realised I live on a busy road, especially given Sébastian’s previous history with traffic. So I sketched in the gardens at the back, and they decided to at least visit before rejecting my application. Whilst I’m still in the office, going through some paperwork, Cruella talks to the duty manageress and talks about how she lives in a quiet lane. I know Cruella wasn’t really after him for his silver tabby coat but because she wants a replacement for the cat she has just lost. But don’t try to gazump me when I’m standing right there!

The paperwork said I’d hear about the appointment for the home visit within 72 hours. Atfer 48, and with no contact, my paranoia kicks in. Cruella, I think, was listening to my conversation. She knows my name and address. She has, obviously, phoned them and cancelled the application by pretending to be me. Thankfully, a few hours later, the RSPCA phoned about a home visit. The next day he was mine, and yesterday he came home. Today, he has been investigating the rest of the house. He has scratched the sofa, scratched me (he is already posessive over his mouse) and tried to crawl under the wardrobe. And tried to climb the chimney in my bedroom.

The Naming of the Cat
As TSEliot pointed out, The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter. It isn’t just one of your holiday games. So Sébastian’s name has been pondered.

He was brought in to the shelter on 20th January which is the feast of Saint Sébastian. As the name has that cute little accent on the e, and they have a Spanish assistant there, I think the name was deliberately that of the saint. Sebastian was the one who was shot with lots of arrows, who survived but was then beaten to death. Curiously enough, the artwork involving Sebastian tends to focus on the arrows business (and made him into a gay icon). Also appropriate for a cat who has survived a trama.

I was assuming I’d get a cat called Tiddles or Socks or something equally uninventive and I therefore planned to rename my new cat using Russian novelists and poets. Boris, Nikolai, Ivan, and so on…Names you could call with relish when you’re trying to get the cat to come in of an evening and the neighbours are sniggering at you. But I like Sébastian; it suits him, it rolls off the tongue well when called and so it stays.

I’m going to cause problems at the vets with all these accents on the names*. He’s a very European cat. Due to the state of uncertainty Sébastian was in this last week, he is obviously a Schrödinger cat.

My vets uses the family name as the pet’s family name. This makes sense if you have, for example, three different cats all called Tiddles in your waiting room. The Current Ex suggested my vets were strange for this, but Carrie confirms that her vets do it as well. Is it common practise then?

*for anyone wondering, the UK keystrokes are:
é = ALT+0233
ö = ALT+0246

I’d better see if he’s tried to crawl under the wardrobe again.

That Very Important News

Thursday, 17 March 2005

Last week, Carrie and I decided on Sunday morning to go for a walk on Woodbury Common in the afternoon. As we were driving out, we decided to go to the Cats Protection adoption centre out that way. There were many cats, several of whom I liked but no joy. So, having got started on visiting the centres, we went over to theLittle Valley Animal Shelter which is run by the RSPCA. There were several fluffy things. I don’t dislike fluffy cats – the current Ex’s cat is fluffy and lovely – but I’m more of a short hair person. Then, at the far end, in the same pen that Carrie found Scully, was a very lovely grey tabby giving me a “what? I’m busy.” look.

He’s called Sebastian and I’m collecting him tomorrow to bring him home.

There will be photos. Many, many photos. And I’ll write up his back story over the weekend. There’s been attempted gazumping. There’s been a home visit. There’s been anxious moments. But there’s a new cat in my life.

the trip of a lifetime

Wednesday, 16 March 2005

I do have a life. Honest, I just put it down somewhere and can’t find it. It may have fallen behind the fridge. This post, however, belies my claim by being another about new Doctor Who. The full 50 second trailer is being broadcast on BBC1 and I just worked out why it cause me to laugh in delight. It’s not the look of the thing, although that is cool. It’s not the music, although that causes disbelief every time I hear it. It’s not Eccleston, although he has, suddenly, become ‘the Doctor’ in my brain. It’s not the whizzy effects, although they look like someone got carried away. No, it’s the continuity announcer saying “Doctor Who…coming soon to Saturdays on BBC1.”

Not Thursdays, or Tuesdays, or every other Monday depending on the moon’s cycle, but Saturdays. Plural. It’s a whole damn series! At prime time and trailed heavily in advance. Given that I missed a season opener back in 1989 due to a) not having a tv and b) no publicity…this is….well, I’m as giddy as a school grrl.

I do have other stuff. I’m writing to order, which is odd. And I’m waiting for some important news tomorrow, which is nerve-racking. But….::points::…Doctor Who. On telly.

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