My new kitty, named Peanut

(Picture: Peanut sitting on the floor of the slate room extension at the back of the house)

Peanut sitting on the floor of the slate room extension at the back of the house

(Picture: Peanut getting ready to pounce on something in the lounge room)

Peanut getting ready to pounce on a small, windowed, box containing four suspended toy mice

(Picture: Peanut gets the object of her desire)

Peanut manages to obtain the poor mouse

(Picture: Peanut taking a low swipe at the camera)

Peanut taking a low swipe at the camera from the ground, and doing a good job of protecting my brand-new golf clubs at the same time

For years now, my brother has been pestering me about getting a cat, because I’ve not had one for about a decade now. Excuses for not getting one have included things like not tying myself down, the hassle of having to deal with one all the time, such as patting it when it demands it, even if I must concentrate on my studies or whatever, and the inevitable things that will get broken. Being able to play with my brother’s cats, then leave them in his charge each time I go home, is very convenient.

However, on Sunday, I received a phone call from Simon saying that he has something to show me, and could I come around. I was feeling lazy, so he declared that he would bring it around to my place instead. Well, here comes this little kitten, which had apparently been hanging around his brother-in-law’s workplace for a day or so, looking lost, and Simon took it saying that he would find a home for it. Well, a home he has found. A darn good one at that, too, I reckon: I’m no stranger to spoiling cats!

This little monster, which I’ve named “Peanut” (having suggested that name to Simon for several of his cats – not all of them extant), is named after the small dog belonging to the main character in the movie Jury Duty, that I haven’t seen since it was first released and which I thought was funny at the time :-)

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Enterprise has been cancelled. Thank god!

My day has been brightened today with the news that Enterprise has been cancelled. The series that dared not call itself “Star Trek”, in a pathetic attempt to attract new viewers, not once inspired the slightest bit of enthusiasm for the next episode. The great Xindi story arc was probably where I yearned to strangle Captain Archer the most – in particular where he paced back and forth, anguishing as he contemplated torturing the Xindi captive in the brig. If that was me I would have brought out the shiny, sharp, tools in a flash!

This captain is the product of a dying duo, Berman and Braga, each seeking to further the cause of political correctness in its most boring form, and squeeze a few more years out of Trek in the process. An angry Vulcan leading the High Command, aliens dressed as Nazi SS officers, and more than their fair share of episodes involving time travel, showed Enterprise to be the most uninspired science fiction I have yet had the displeasure of viewing. Star Trek Nemesis hasn’t helped Trek’s reputation, either, with yet another bad guy trying to destroy earth as we watch an excellent group of characters trying to make the best of a poor script.

Yes, it is time to lay Star Trek to rest and give it a decade or more to allow new story writers to come up with something worthy of Paramount‘s money and my time. I am not encouraged, however, after reading that Berman is still trying to squeeze the life out of Star Trek, and a sad bunch of die-hards just won’t give up!

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