I made two pumpkin cheesecakes last night. Sans recipe. I just pretended that I knew what I was doing. They look good and smelled right, but they might still be funky. Who knows? I made them at my parents' house, so I wouldn't have to buy nutmeg and ginger and cinnamon, and also I have no mixer. Anyway, that's how I learned they are trying to get rid of Jack! Jack is awesome. I am fully against it. But I can't take him because he doesn't like other cats, only dogs. And he's way too inside/outside for my area of town. The street is too busy. Some lady who came to do the closets said she would take him, but she does already have two cats and a dog. I really don't think Jack would want to live with other cats. And really, everyone who comes to their house to do work loves Jack because he's friendly and super cool and he blends in with all the carpet quite awesomely. Although, I think if Jack came to my house, he would put the smack down on Kazoo, who is being remarkably evil lately. He ate most of a (closed) container of candy corn Sunday and then threw it up, and then yesterday he ate a loaf of bread that was left on the table. Stupid dog.