I brought the cat home on Sunday, and she looks great, she really does. I don't know what I was expecting, but if it weren't for her bare belly and a few random parts missing fur (her neck and a few spots on each leg), she looks fine. I can tell she's lost weight, but that's what happens when you don't eat for a week. I don't know, she just doesn't look like she only has one kidney.

The medicine has been an issue. She has to take both a liquid and a pill, and I figured out early that crushing up the pill into the liquid turns two steps into one. At first I tried the straightforward approach, which was to squirt it in her mouth and hold it closed while petting her neck and blowing into her nose, in an effort to make her swallow.

After doing all of that, I let her go, and she calmly walked over to the carpet, looked down, opened her mouth, and let it all fall out of her mouth. She didn't spit, or throw up, or cough. She basically drooled all the medicine out.

Okay. Then I tried mixing it in wet food, which didn't work either, she would even go near it.

Next, I tried smearing it all over her front paws. Apparently, the only thing the cat likes less than the medicine is being dirty, so she does lick it off. I'm sure this will work until she figures out what I'm up to and just lets it dry on her. She's nothing if not stubborn.

I'm watching the Grammys, more out of boredom than about caring about any of the winners.

What the hell is Jennifer Lopez wearing? She might as well have just been up there nude. Rosie is awfully snarky in her night-time gigs. The audience is either completely stoned or the acoustics in the Staples Center suck. You can barely hear anyone clapping or laughing or anything.

Geez, how much longer before The West Wing starts? I may have to watch Millionaire in the meantime.

Speaking of Millionaire, I think the whole Multimillionare marriage thing was laughable. I didn't watch it, but I had dinner with someone the next day and she told me it was completely ludicrous. When she said the guy was reasonably attractive, we both wondered why a reasonably attractive rich guy couldn't get a wife the old-fashioned way.

Well, I guess we know the answer. I read in Newsweek today that there were 4 Kansas girls in the original mix of 50, and my friend Mary told me last night that one of them graduated a year ahead of us from our high school.

Speaking of random high school connections, I was doing some research for my Internet Law paper last night...

we interrupt this entry to announce that Sting just won Best Male Pop Vocal and WHAT THE HELL IS TRUDIE STYLER WEARING IN HER HAIR?????

Anyway, my paper topic is about the recent shutdown of fan sites by production companies claiming copyright infringement. I want to include a section about fan fiction (all you fanfic writers out there, you don't have anything to worry about, but it's an interesting issue), and there's very little case law about any of this, so I went looking for law review articles.

So I searched for articles with "fan fiction" in the title, and only one came up. And it was written by a girl I went to high school with in Washington. She was two years behind me in school, but the article (written in 1997) said she was graduating from Yale Law School in 1998. I only really remember her because she went on the same school trip to Russia that I went on over our spring break that year. I also do remember her being incredibly smart. I think she got a perfect score on her SATs or something.

Anyway, I went to my school's home page and got her e-mail address from our alumni directory. I don't know if she'll remember me, but I know I'd like to hear if someone I knew came across my law review article.

Are Rosie and Whitney Houston still feuding? Rosie seems to be making a lot of pot jokes, and I think Whitney may have been flipping her off during the monologue.