Dr. Doolittle eat your heart out.

Well Christmas has come and gone. A delightful time. As good catholics, we had a couple of our favorite heathens The Ash-holes visiting for the 4th out of 5 Christmases. They arrived Weds. and left Sun. Besides the airport runs I only left the house 4x - once to the club for dinner, once to the liquor store, once to Burger King for Kong Whoppers, and once to get Mexican food. The Ash-hole was being a sissy on the whole Kong Whopper thing but when I went I found that the Kong Whopper is merely the double whopper and not the triple. I was conflicted as to whether or not to get the triple instead but it was The Official Kong Whopper Night so I ended up in keeping with the letter of the law and got the double. The funny thing is, this resulted in me eating less food than I would normally eat from Burger King, since I normally get two normal whoppers and fries rather than one double whopper. There's no way there should be a sandwich on the menu bigger than a sandwich called the "Kong Whopper." I'm sure they figured that less people are going to eat the triple so they compromised their integrity to sell more of them.
We drank a shitload and watched some truly awful movies. I prefer watching really bad movies with The Ash-holes because I believe we all enjoy ourselves more yelling at the screen and talking to each other making fun of it while drinking heavily than sitting quietly through a good movie where after 2 hours we all say "I enjoyed that movie." and that's it. Lowlights include: the motorcycle ninja fight between the chicks in Torque (where they actually used the motorcycles to try and hit each other and also used them to parry blows from the other motorcycle.) and Ice Cube barking, the talking while running or hitting as well as the steroid stuff in The Program, and all of Four Brothers which has got to be the worst film of the year that I've seen.

In Chicago News: I heard that Hot Rod (a vegetarian for as long as I've known her) was so irritated at the wait to get into a BBQ place that she said if they ever got in she'd eat a rack of ribs and she did. Awaiting confirmation but, if true, that is beyond awesome.

And now to the title of this post. We've had Nala for just over a year. When we first got her she was absolutely terrified of the other cats. For the first 2 weeks we had to keep her in her own room. Then gradually we would open the door. Well she went and shit and pissed in the cat tree and we threw it out. Many said that she would not come around because this was the first time since she left her mother that she'd even seen another cat, much less the 3 assholes that we have. But I had faith in Lady Head. She gradually made changes to which room she was in which helped and Nala seemedfairly content. Then a few months later, she move all the cats' food and litter boxes into the same room (before Nala had her food and litterbox separate from the others) that helped immensely and nala began tolerating the other cats to a point even eating close to them. Then after a few more minor changes with cat trees (to one where she's less closed off), Nala began venturing out more at night and sometimes during the day. Then Weds. We moved the cat tree into our bedroom. Now Nala is fully integrated. She's out all the time and is fine with the other cats.
Lady Head is The Cat Whisperer.

Update: Hot Rod did eat ribs.
Update two after rereading the post: Despite its awful grammar, etc. I was not drunk when writing this post.