a wolf angel is not a good angel

I forgot about people-I-hate Monday, which is ok, I guess, since there don’t seem to be as many misanthropes around as I might have expected.

Since it’s a day late for that, you can amuse yourself reading how very very indignant people get over the question of under what circumstances, if any, it is appropriate to leave a cart in line at the grocery store to pick up forgotten items.

I am surprised that my answer (it’s acceptable for one or two items, and only until you’d start putting your items up while the people in front of you are being served — at that point, the people behind you move your stuff out of the way) isn’t very common. I also go to a coffee shop, put down a coat or sweater or purse (after removing wallet), then order. I have no intention of buying coffee if I am playing Russian roulette with the chance of getting a table.

In other news, one of the cats (female, I think) has decided to hide *somewhere*, and I don’t know where. This means that they are loose in my house overnight (there is nowhere for them to go, I’m just hoping they’re not destructive). But both cats have now purred while I patted them at least once. Matilda is with my at my parents’ house, shooting the evil eye at the orange cat, who just wants to be loved. She will hate me even more this weekend when I have my friend’s two cats as well.

A Mugglenet take:

“Dumbledore’s triumphant resurrection, complete with the gaudy descent from the heavens on Sirius’ motorbike was completely and utterly unnecessary…but at least we now know where the motorbike actually is and the significance of where it went after Book 1.” -Brendan

“Seven books, countless hours, and many tears, just to find out that Harry defeats Voldemort not with love, but a Muggle handgun?!” -Rachael

“I can’t help but cry each time I think about the dramatic return of Sirius Black and how he died again only seconds after being reunited with Harry. And I never would’ve thought Neville would be the one to wake up at the end and realize it was all a dream. Good one, Jo!” -K’lyssa

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen corporate sponsorship of a novel. I was, quite frankly, startled by Jo’s decision to make Voldemort’s eight (yes, EIGHT) Horcruxes be hearts, stars, and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots o’ gold and rainbows, and a red balloon. Even worse were the subtleties throughout when Ron would say things like, ‘This Horcrux hunt is magically delicious, Harry!’ Honestly…” -Ryan

This is still not quite as good as the Pandagon one (Draco Malfoy is gay, gay, gay, gay, gay. Gay.), but I am nevertheless amused.

In my bathroom are two terrified black polydactyl kittens, four months old, one male, one female. They were exploring happily until I walked in, at which point they hiss and hide behind my laundry hamper. Poor babies. Polydactyly! This will be adorable, until they learn to open doors or flush toilets or something else annoying.