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After trying out a few names, I've decided to name my new kitty, Sawyer. It's the name of my favorite character from Lost and evokes Tom Sawyer as well. The little prince has decided that he definitely enjoys living here and will graciously keep me on as his servant provided that I give him wet food and brush him whenever he asks. We are negotiating frequency of attention, but since I discovered that he is happy to entertain himself by looking out the window, home life has improved. My parents stopped by to meet their new grandkitten and everyone was delighted with each other.

I had my first large dinner party on Sunday, where I made dinner for seven guests and then we watched the Oscars. Everything worked out pretty well, especially as I had guests bring salad and desserts and invited one to come over early to be my kitchen slave while I hosted. I made my tried and true Dijon Chicken with Basmati rice and peas. I don't cook much, but I have about half a dozen recipes that I have learned by heart. It felt good but stressful to entertain, but I figure that if I wait until the house is more ready, then I will never do it, so I pushed myself to clean and to deal. It was, in the end, much fun. We enjoyed the Oscars, although most of these friends left before the show ended. Thankfully, my gym buddy who never watches these things, stayed through to the end to support my effort and help clean up a bit. Sawyer was bold and friendly with all the strangers and insisted on meeting and greeting everyone, then perched on the couch to watch TV with us. He seems to believe that people are not to be feared and they might be induced to pet him, which in his fuzzy little mind is a good thing.