Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I got up for a midnight snack and a glass of warm milk. Observation: when attempting to improvise a sauce "vaguely inspired by" alfredo, that's one of the times margarine does not work as a substitute for butter.

Perrine wanted to play chase, completely ignoring the toys I threw as a counteroffer. Finally, I gave in and chased her around downstairs for a bit, after which we started taking turns. "Chase" isn't usually a game I think of as having points to score, but the way she played it tonight I'm inclined to say she scored points on me. I chased her down the front hall then ducked back into a doorway to wait for her to reverse direction, but she looped around through the server room and came up behind me quickly enough to startle the heck out of me. (About three times as quickly as I've ever seen her take that route before -- otherwise I'd have been ready.) Later I cornered her under the radiator by the front door when she mistimed my approach, but it didn't feel as significant a triumph as her making me jump. She got me good.

In other cat news, Perrine seems to have decided that a column of water flowing from the faucet is no longer interesting enough to play with -- her current thrill is watching the whirlpool that forms when I dump a large amount of water into the sink at once. That fascinates her.

Now to see whether that warm milk is going to be effective...