Seeking a new word...

Yesterday was just another work day, except for the part where Misha and Mocha went back home. After that rather tense first day last Saturday (with most of the tension self-inflicted, as I cautiously observed how the thrown-together "pack" interacted), things went pretty smoothly, as soon as the newcomers accepted Thumper as the alpha dog.

One thing is for certain: our cats were glad to see Misha and Mocha leave, or at least Micky is, since I'm not so sure he enjoyed his self-imposed exile in the narrow confines of the space between the top of the kitchen cabinets and the kitchen ceiling. Zorra, on the other hand, spent most of her time driving Misha nuts.

* * *Back in the '80s, I used to enjoy the "sniglets" segment on HBO's Not Necessarily the News. (If the word in quotes is unfamiliar, a "sniglet" is any word that doesn't appear in the dictionary, but should.)

The memory popped into my mind when, for the break-the-camel's-back-th time—resulting in my recollection of sniglets and this post—one of my electronic devices issued a notification sound (I was across the room at the time), but none of them give any clue as to whether the device was the source of the sound, which of course means I have no idea what I was being notified of.

* * *This happiness with the notification comes on the heels of dealing with PDFs I am supposed to translate that are password protected to preclude extraction of text or graphics. I suppose I should be grateful that said files permit me to view the contents.

I must say, though, I am sorely tempted to send back a translation similarly "protected."

Cheers...