It's really cold here again tonight. The wind is blowing so hard. A.J. and I brought some Christmas gifts to the "Toys for Tots" tent an hour or so ago. We brought gifts for a little girl this year: a kit for making bracelets, and a sketch/art sort of toy which was packaged in a girly way. Usually we bring basketballs and other sports-related toys. I love bringing toys to the tent, which this year was manned by U.S. Marines. They had a big balloon Santa and a big balloon Snowman out front, both of which were almost blowing away!

Anyway, I've had a chill ever since we did that errand, so I'm going to soak in the tub now and see if I can do my scholarly reading while in the bubbles!

I'm excited about something: I may be adopting a cat named Fuzz. Fuzz is one of seven cats belonging to my California friend J. As much as he loves each of the cats, he admits that they are a bit much, and Fuzz is one who would probably love to be the lone cat in a household.

Now what would Polly think about Fuzz? I don't know! But I like Fuzz, and I love his life story (I'll tell you sometime)...so when I visit in late December, I will see how Mr. Fuzz and I get along, and if it seems like a good match, I will make arrangements to bring him back with me on my next California trip. I would want him to fly on the plane with me in a cat carrier as a carry-on, not in cargo. I have a massive fear of shipping a pet as luggage. They're not luggage, they're alive!

Aw, alright, I'll tell you the Fuzz story. He was one of a surprise litter, because a cat J. adopted was pregnant unbeknownst to him. So when the kittens got old enough to be adopted, J. took them in a basket to the humane society. Just as he was filling out the forms, little Fuzz sneezed! The woman said, "I'm sorry, that little guy can't be adopted. He has a cold. You'll have to take him back with you."

And thus, Mr. Fuzz was saved by a sneeze. And has been with J. and the other cats ever since.

Love it!

Achoooo....