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Then she played with the paper again and I got a little bit of it.

Sheesh! I'll bet Pepper could turn into Caramel 2! Just now, she was getting herself all worked up on her own, and when Caramel came over, Pepper went after her! I wonder if Caramel will eventually regret teaching Pepper how to play so aggressively.

Man, did she get into catnip? I've never seen her play like this.

(Though I wonder if they have before. Sometimes when we're in bed, I hear the scampering of little kitty feet, and I wondered if Caramel and Pepper were chasing each other [or if Caramel was just running around on her own], but I never saw it)

The preview image for the "Pepper Walks Up" video is so cute!

Hey, did FO just change her Youtube avatar to that image?

Anyway, here's the other video.� Too bad I couldn't have gotten their other play from tonight.

Ebert wrote an essay for his blog about dogs.

I think it was supposed to evoke a lot of different emotions, nostalgia and love foremost, but what I came away from it most strongly with was a sense that his parents were typical Adult Assholes.

Not that kids can't be assholes, but there's a particular type of assholishness associated with adults.

They got two dogs. The little one was allowed to be in the house; the bigger one, not. They had Wall To Wall Carpeting. So, the dog cried outside. No fucking duh. Then the crying kept the adults up at night. Did they try to keep him inside on some sort of test basis? Maybe confine him to Roger's room at night? No, that would involve caring about other people or things and making compromises, something that Adult Assholes can't do. They got rid of the dog when Roger was away.

That bit about Wall to Wall Carpeting reminds me of things other adults I grew up with said. My grandfather was a big nut about the walls. "Don't put your hands on the walls!" Hey, it helps you balance. I can't imagine how many thousands of times you'd have to touch the walls, over a period of decades, to wear away some of the paint. (Especially since it's not like you'd be touching the wall in the exact same spot every time).

Do parents or grandparents ever think, "I wonder what the kids will think of me when I'm gone? Will them remember me as a kind, generous person? Or will they just think I'm the person who was obsessed with keeping them from touching the walls?"

My mother had her own capitalized expression, which was "My Weekend." We weren't supposed to do anything that would prevent her from enjoying "My Weekend." (I remember her saying this, but I can't remember or even imagine what it could have been said in reference to) The funny thing is, she could have just gone and done whatever, and we could have stayed at home, maybe watching cartoons, and everyone would have been happier.


Anyway, the other thing I got from his essay is that he must have had a bad experience with cats. He said they deny you of solitude while not providing you with companionship. They don't give unconditional love.

It's okay to have a bad experience with cats, I guess. I had a bad experience with dogs. Granted, a lot of that was due to Adult Assholishness. I "got" a dog, but I didn't chose to, and I didn't get to pick one out. I wasn't allowed to name it what I wanted. The dog was kind of crazy (a bonus you get by not picking it out). And we were told that if they had a baby, the dog would go. So, what was the point of getting it to begin with?

Now that I think about it, of all the pets I've had over the years, our cats are the only ones I really bonded with. (My grandparents had a dog I might have kind of bonded with, but I was only 2 years old at the time, so it was a little different.)