  Good news... I think I found a home for Hogan. A woman named Kim emailed me after seeing my classified ad on petfinder.com. She had to put her Himalayan to sleep a year ago and is looking for a new cat to love. She has no children and no other pets, and lives alone somewhere near Tampa. She wants Hogan! And has the time and the energy to make him use his litterbox! I am so excited--Hogan will get to be adored and she will have a new feline friend to brighten her days.
A match made in heaven, yes? To be honest, I was rather disappointed when Persian Rescue wouldn't take him. Being a responsible pet owner with too many animals, I didn't want anything bad to happen to the cat. But I must admit I had visions of a mat by the front door and one in the downstairs bathroom--maybe even one in the kitchen! I was pining for one catbox rarely used by an indoor/outdoor cat. Dreams can come true... This morning when I was getting ready to come to school, Jack decided he needed to be held. Only I would do, and every time I set him down he hunched his shoulders, bowed his head, and wailed like his heart was breaking. I tried to make my lunch with one hand, but he gets heavy and it's really hard to put cookies in one of those foldover sandwich bags that way. As I walked out the door Jack was crying hysterically, as if he might never see me again. It's a phase and all I can do is be patient with him.
It's frustrating though, when I need to get something done and Jack won't go play with his Daddy. It frustrates Charlie, too--it's hard to spend time with a child who only wants his mommy. And you know, it's not like I even have to be paying attention to him. He just doesn't like it when I'm at the laptop doing my homework. He wants me to be sitting on the floor while he plays with his blocks or his car, or when he tortures Leo. He wants me there so every few minutes he can climb into my lap and smile at me and then be on his way.
Just checkin' in. When this semester is over and I've graduated--then I'm all Jack's. I won't have to feel guilty that he may be suffering because I have to do homework or because I have to leave him early on Thursday mornings, right after he wakes up. In the meantime, I'm working hard to be productive at naptime and after he goes to bed. School isn't everything and Jack is changing fast.
Anyway, I'm off to see if CLAS publications will give me any hack editing assignments to keep me busy. Because I don't have enough to do. And I need to turn in my library books, and eat something because I'm starving, and then go meet Prof. Burt for a conference about my progress in his class. 
