Opened a couple more presents from my mom this afternoon: underwear and another pair of things Shannon would not call slippers, seeing as they are sort of like thick ankle socks with traction on the bottom. I call them slippers. Shannon can bite me.
The cats also got another present (also from my mom, who refers to them as "the grandcats"), and this time it was 3 small cans of wet cat food. Holy moly! They haven't been fed wet food (except for the occasional bit of tuna Shannon gives them) in several years, partially because of the whole atrocious breath problem. I held my nose and they gorged themselves on some kind of fish-flavored goop which seemed to please them extremely. At least, that was how I interpreted their stubborn huddling over the plates as if someone might steal the food from them if they looked away. The wet food didn't inspire the same sort of leaping hysteria invoked by the catnip mice of yesterday, but then one can't expect that sort of excitement all the time.
Didn't do a lot today, and certainly nothing to inspire leaping hysteria. Wrapped presents. Did a couple loads of laundry. Played a couple games with Shannon. Watched some "Alias" on DVD. I'm still only about 50 pages into The God of Small Things. Very slow going, despite how much I'm enjoying it. The molasses effect is driving me mildly batty. I wish I could just sit down and read the damned book, but that doesn't seem to be the way the world is treating me right now. Sigh.