It's shocking, but I believe there must be some sort of science behind the results.

We've decided the new girl shall be called Libby, so she finally has a name.

She has spent the entire day under the couch, despite our best efforts to lure her out. We decided this evening that we'd be better off just ignoring her for awhile, until she starts to show interest, this seems to be the popular opinion amongst those with cat experience too. We were relieved that she showed adeptness in litter box usage, so my fear level of kitty accidents is all but gone.

Ok so perhaps I should really post more than once per month, I've been a bit bad lately I know. Sometimes I just don't feel like there's enough of anything new to really write about.

The healing after the last surgery is going ok. The progress is slow, but it seems it's better now, 3.5 weeks after surgery than it was 3.5 weeks after the first surgery, so I suppose all & all, things are going ok. I'm still scheduled to be back to work on the 10th of March, so one way or another, I have to get better.

Last Sunday Liisa & I went to look at cats. We've been talking about wanting one for months & months, but after our visit to Oregon (which included a trip to The Humane Society) we decided to start looking right when we got back. Last Sunday we took an hour long train ride to Lahti and found a kitten we wanted. She was delivered today, which means most of our day has been spent oohing & aahing over everything cute (some might say retarded) little thing she does. This is her first real interaction with humans, having lived her whole life in a cage, so the atmosphere & space available to her is probably quite overwhelming. She spent the first 5-6 hours of the day hiding under the kitchen cabinets and finally came out to start exploring. She's still too timid to really let us touch her yet (few more days & we'll break her down) but we did manage to snap a couple adorable pictures of her.