I have a lot to be thankful for.
Our nice new neighbors asked us to catsit their two babies, one, a frisky young boy who loves the tummy rubs, and the second, a more sedate matriarch who actually hid under the bed the first day I had to feed her. She soon began greeting me (grudgingly) at the door, but never really warmed to me. Cats are not dogs, for sure. It was interesting to see how the two cats carved out their very separate spaces (the boy likes heights, the matron, who is a little hefty, likes whatever makes a den). They...tolerate each other. Interesting to see this in the animal world. They don't snuggle, they don't hiss unnecessarily. He stays by the window sill, and she lies beneath the coffee table, poised on the issues of a cigar magazine. They've worked it out.
We could learn something from them, if we weren't so busy pretending we weren't like them.
And speaking of Alpha Cats, thank you, thank you, thank you Sci-Fi Channel for resurrecting Admiral Helena Cain, the Alphaest Admiral ever to oversee a Battlestar. (Actress Michelle Forbes calls her "Saddam Hussein in bangs," but that doesn't do justice to her ferocious, nuanced performance.) I've actually been savoring RAZOR, the standalone Battlestar Galactica TV movie, watching it slowly, because I don't want to lose Admiral Cain again...even though I know I must.
Admiral Cain is one of the reasons that while I love Heroes, I LOVE! Battlestar Galactica. Heroes, as lovely as it's been the last couple of episodes, still has some trouble working its Powerful Woman Paradigm (although none at all with the Hottie Heroines in Short Skirts Paradigm). The Cain storyline on RAZOR features three flawed and fierce women in the kind of triangle you just don't see in most film or TV shows--sexy and political and heartbreaking. I don't want it to end.
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