It's all black cats, blind phone phreaks, and sandworms these days.
Which is to say that we're fostering a couple inky felines from Friends for Life, I'm reading Phil Lapsley's Exploding the Phone: The Untold Story of the Teenagers and Outlaws Who Hacked Ma Bell, and rereading Dune. The former book is one I've been waiting to see in print for a long while; the latter, a longtime favorite that's even more awesome this time around, which I think is the third.
Our foster cats, Trump and Littlefoot, are quite the pair. Trump likes to stay out of sight, and when he's out, he slinks like hell. Littlefoot's quite affectionate when he feels like it, which is about two or three times a day so far. They've only spent one night, so I bet they'll settle in soon. Tracey's keeping a blog about Flump and Wizzelhoof, as I call 'em (or Crump and Wiggleroot, or whatever- gotta throw out names and see what sticks, since their original monikers don't strike my fancy).
