I've had Tux and Velvet for a month now. And I'm ready to find a new home for them.

Okay, maybe I exaggerate, but I'm getting tired of them not 'progressing' with learning the words "NO!" and "Bad!"

And they've knocked over a planter that sent dirt everywhere. Knocked over a large vase that broke. Scratched me like crazy. I learned that one should not wear fishnet stockings with kittens around. They get stuck in the holes and it's not pretty.

Took another soak last night in the tub. Of course, they ended up in there with me. This morning, they kept jumping into the tub while I was getting ready. So I decided to end that. I filled the bottom of the tub up with about an inch of cold water. And I waited.

First Tux jumped up on the ledge. And then went in. He landed and it took a moment for it to register and he hopped straight up in the air. Then Velvet came along. She jumped in and stayed there. Figures. She likes to stand in her water bowl. (You know how Muslims clean their feet before prayer? Maybe...?)

I start a new job this week. I was supposed to start at the end of October, but knowing Lulu was about to leave me, I knew I had to delay it. So I start with the next training class. It's going to be a challenge - not the training but the new boss. He's going to be a handful. I *hope* that if I start out kicking butt, that it will be tolerable. If not, I'm going to be doing a lot of ranting on here.

A LOT. (so consider yourself warned!)

Speaking of jobs, I still haven't gotten reimbursed for more than $3k of the $5k due to me from my former employer. So I had to secure an attorney. He's drafted a letter they'll be getting this week. He did some digging on them and discovered they aren't even registered with the State of Georgia to do business. I could certainly use that money. Santa needs to do some shopping for some peeps.