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bloody cat donnybrook
Monday, February 28 2011
Having recovered from open heart surgery, Ray has resumed working at as a waiter at New World Home Cooking, and that meant he couldn't join us for watching The Bachelor at his house. Well, it would mean that were it not for the fact that it was DVR'd, but Ray and Nancy don't really think about DVR shows as quite as time-shiftable as Gretchen and I do (I don't even know when many of my shows are normally broadcast).
Instead of a full-on pre-The Bachelor meal, instead tonight we had snacks. There were crackers, hummus, grape leaves, a salad, olives, and a delicious bread that Deborah made containing olives.
The Bachelor tends to drag this near its climax. Unlike, say, American Idol, which produces shows having lengths proportional to the amount of activity depicted, The Bachelor is always a two hour committment. Well, it would be, but we could skip all the precaps, recaps, and ads. Tonight we should have also skipped through some very dull cliché-rich scenes between our hero Brad and Ashley, the big-foreheaded woman whom he ultimately sent home. Tonight's show was set in South Africa, and having been there ourselves, Gretchen and I were a little jealous that the bachelor and his bachelorettes got such an apparently good view of a pride of lions. Tellingly, there was no interest expressed in the people or culture of South Africa whatsoever. There was, for example, no tour of Soweto, and the black hired help did even more to stay inconspicuous than they had in Anguilla. And nobody's SUV or helicopter was broken into so that lizard sculptures made of electical wire might be stolen.
Back at our place, we were witness to an especially bad altercation between the cats Julius (aka Stripey) and our newest cat Nigel. They went at it for a few seconds in front of the woodstove before I could break it up, and when it was all over Nigel had a fair amount of blood trickling from a wound at the base of his tail. This incensed Gretchen, who has been grumbling for months that we should find Stripey a new home. But I disagree; Stripey has lived here for seven years now and gets along with everyone else. Obviously there is a personality conflict between him and Nigel, but I think eventually they will manage to reach a state of détente. Cats are very slow to adapt, and though Nigel has already been here nine months, it's possible he's still adjusting himself to our environment.
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