Cat's in the Cradle...

Beer. It's been transferred into a carboy. This needs little explanation and will be shown to you now:



And no, you do NOT have to start that siphon with your mouth (that's what she said somehow?). So after this happened, or maybe it was the next day, I was running a fever so this is a bit hazy (much like the color of our beer at present...), we set out to build a cat condo. Feline fort. Err, tree. After about an hour at Lowe's and a small fortune later, we end up with these supplies:





This may not appear to be much but I can assure you that it's worth it. Cats ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS, use every single toy you ever buy or construct for them. It's like, in their nature. Humans' attempts to entertain and please a cat are never for naught. Never ever ever ever futile. Nope. Never. Anyway, back to the grand cat condo adventure. After obtaining a prime piece of real estate near the balcony door and signing all the papers, cutting through red tape to attain all the correct permits and any other bureaucratic what-have-yous I may have forgotten, we were on our way. (He saws real good he does).










After what seemed like eight beers (or maybe six hours), we'd finally managed to put this together -- well not together with nails or supports or anything, but together like it was all balancing on a piece of plywood somehow:

Uh, so parts of that are nailed in now, and it's awaiting some final carpet and spray paint, however here's how excited our Kippy looked all day:

I swear I'll post a final pic soon, if Kip's condo is ever finished...












For dinner that night (because this is related somehow and damn it I KNOW you wanted to know) we had some sort of couscous concoction that I threw together, a little something with mint leaves and parsley. And cinnamon and coriander. Let me show you, I uh, I have a picture. Surprising, I know.











To finish off the evening, errr, weekend, because really this took place over a couple days, we watched this occur: