The Prisoner

Between now and when I go to California on December 22nd, I have exactly two Saturdays that I don’t have to work. (pout) This means that I have to get my Christmas shopping done sooner rather than later. I dragged the Professor out Saturday to try to at least get started, and we managed to get some gifts for his family (and, more important, some ideas!). While out we stopped at Best Buys, and I wandered through the DVD section. As Serendipity would have it, I stumbled over Sets 1 and 2 of The Prisoner DVD’s! So much for Christmas shopping. I ended up spending more on me than on every body else on my Christmas list.

I love the surrealism of The Prisoner series, though. The Professor had never even heard of the series before, and seems to be getting into it. We’ve watched three episodes so far. I can’t wait until we get all the way to the last episode and he sees how it ends. That means somebody is going to have to by me Sets 3,4 and 5 though!

Tonight is Vet night for CW and WP. I hope we aren’t kept waiting there too long, but chances are that, by the end of the day, the office will be running late. CW is scared of the vet’s, and usually ends up stress-purring so loudly that you can’t auscult his hear murmur (and it’s a really loud holosystolic murmur, so that’s really saying something!). The Professor has assured me on numerous occasions that WP behaves herself at the vet’s, but considering the attitudes she cops with The Prof sometimes, I’m going to have to see this to believe it. The most noteworthy thing about tonight’s plans is that this is the first time the KfH has ever been alone in the apartment with no companionship whatsoever. I hope she doesn’t tear the place apart to badly.

For KfH’s growing fan base, a few more pictures. Sunday night we had leftover pork roast. The Prof popped up from the table for a few minutes to get something. While he was away, KfH decided to check out his plate. She *knows* she isn’t allowed on the table. She *knows* that people food is off limits. It doesn’t slow her down one whit, but she knows.

As you take a look at the pictures, keep in mind that I’m yelling at her the entire time she’s “sneaking” up to the table. She didn’t even turn her head to look at me.

Thanks for the mango powder help, ChinaPink. I’ll see if I have any better luck trying now!