Poor Blogging Etiquette

I apologize for my recent neglect.

Now, an update of interesting events. Mostly about my cat. Because, well, I love my cat too much; acceptance is the first step, right?

Well anyway, I took Milo to my brother's apartment to play with his cat, Princess Isabella Kittypants. Matt lives right downtown, so Milo went on his first big adventure. He rode the El, saw Michigan Avenue, and even a few bums. He got a real taste of the real Chicago, essentially. He spent two nights with his cousin cat, and I am going to go pick him up later today. My brother's girlfriend noted that he drinks a ton of water, which I always knew, but mentioned that it might be feline diabetes. If he does have it, I imagine I'll start to believe that diabetes is now a contagious disease that can be picked up at Copneconic. Poor kitty.

In other news, I helped stop a fight last night. Normally, I wouldn't risk injury to myself and just let idiots fight, but they way this one started (a trashed kid sucker punched a drunk kid out of NO WHERE. They were just having a conversation, and then BAM!) So anyway, Nital, Eric, and I all tried to rip them apart. I ended up bracing them each at their shoulders with my ankles. Picture this: It's midnight, it's dark, I'm in the middle of BFE on the westside of Chicago, and I am standing with my legs spread in a manner that looks like I am trying to ride two horses at once, and beneath my crotch two drunk kids are trying to swing at each other, missing time and time again, but still trying. Idiots. Finally, we get one of them to leave with a group of people (girls) to escort him to the bus stop. They walk out of sight, and people start to comfort the kid who was sucker punched, whom I don't really know. I'm just standing looking down the sidewalk when I see a guy running at us like Forrest Gump: picture a tall guy, running with high knees, head tilted back, and very stiff arms bent at a 90 degree ange, pumping toward the sky... kind of entertaining until I realized it was the pissed off drunk kid, coming back for more. I panic and realize that I am the only person between him and the other boy, and certainly the only person who has noticed his impending arrival. I was about to lean over and put a shoulder in his gut (he probably outweighs me by, at least, 50 pounds) until I saw Eric out of the corner of my eye, and yell, "Eric, stop him!" So Eric tackled him to the ground. Other things happened, but really, the climax of that story is where I considered trying to stop a large, tall, charging man whilst wearing ballet flats and a faux fur cheetah coat.

I remember having a few thoughts yesterday (well, there really are only a few each day) and thinking, "I need to write that on ranch2chi," but now I cannot remember them. I will focus on thinking profound thoughts today, and report back later.

Chicago is beautiful and lit up and festive. If anybody wants to visit, you have a free place to stay, and I'll probably feed you too because I like to think of myself as the Hostess with the Mostest. Yup. Always have, always will.

peace, love, and ponies.

RanchKid: "Stop it! You guys are college students! Stop being such stupid assholes!"
Nital: "OK, that's way over their heads. What they need is baby talk, like this: STOP! BAD! NO!"