So the recording of the next record has been moved back a month, commencing on January the 5th. To be honest, given the material that I have to go over, the preparations, and various meetings – such as working on getting a string quartet up to speed to augment those arrangements that I’m using – it’s for the better.
For those of you who have asked if I’ve gotten a cat, the answer would be that I’m fostering one for a few weeks. I named him Eli, and keeping him hinges on how well the dogs get on with him over the next 14 days. Last night he slept for periods next to Casey, who is far more relaxed around him than Benji is. Benji tends to bark and jump around playfully, which, were Eli a puppy, would be fine, but being that he’s a cat it scares him.

Having raised four of my own dogs from infancy, I have to admit that cats are a lot less work. Eli is just under two months old and already uses his litter box. Being that I’ve little experience with cats, I have to admit it’s a massive relief. No scrubbing stains off the carpet, no surprise wet spots on the bed in the morning.
One of the hilarious things about Eli is that he seems to prefer eating dog food to cat food. He also has a tendency to chew on pretty much any cable he can get his teeth on, including the cord to my desktop mouse – his particular favourite.
Given his size, and the amount of trouble that he can no doubt get into, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning to discover him running around the apartment, so I spent an hour and a half sitting on the couch until he tired himself out. I have the feeling that that’s going to be a routine feature over the next two weeks.
Hopefully, if everything works out, all of them will get comfortable with each other and I can keep him. One thing that I don’t want to do is to keep him in an environment in which he’s constantly being barked at and cornered. If that continues, primarily on Benji’s part, then I will sadly be forced to return him to the SPCA or look for someone that wants to adopt him. I am hoping that that isn’t the case though because he’s fantastic.
And yes, this does symbolize the terrible ‘I’m pushing 40’ reality that I have basically abandoned hopes of having an intimate relationship with a woman and replaced that void with having a cavalcade of pets for company. Sad, I know.