i came from lunch today. as usual, i was wearing the wrong outfit for the weather, my raise-my-spirits sundress was well, rained upon. it was still raining hard, and when i got out Box O'Rice i found myself in a existentialist dilemma. shades of me being a drama queen, but i couldn't cross the street cause the floodwaters were rising (read my entry about the libertad deluge).

stopped and stared for a while pondering my options, do i bravely cross the waters or walk to the kanto (flood's at its lowest point here) cross the street, and cut on the sidewalks to Xocolat? took the second option, i'm here at Xocolat, and so much for existentialist ponderings.

and, as it turns out, my sweet, pretty Catherine, dear readers, is a boy. yes, you heard me. a siamese boycat. i don't know how or why jeff and i could  have missed the obvious for the 4 months he's been with us, but by early afternoon last saturday, he had tiny balls to show for it so we're calling him Santino for the moment. the deal is: i can name him anything i want as long as he responds to it. Kung Fu, for example. or Sleeky. Or Lazy. Amihan and Kapayapaan aren't really options, but i admit, i got bummed out when i found out he was a boy.

i mean its like finding out there's no santa, hell, i was singing to "her" my "prettiest cat in the world song" and wanting to buy dresses and getting into arguments with jeff about how outfits are "frivolous", and he, in the end ,turns out to be a boy.

i'm planning to turn him into the first trannycat though, i'm going to sing Cher/Madonna songs and surround him with glitter and high heels. not the best way to raise a cat, but if he takes the bait, he's gonna be a sistah real soon. :)