The First of Eleven and Other Beginnings

    Mwah-hah-hah!!!  I, Hugo the Horrible, am the first of the Three Hobos to post in the year 2011!  It was supposed to be Joe who did it, but he didn't, so here I am (much to my own surprise...).
    Today is significant in several ways.  First, it is the day of the first blog of this year.  It is the first day that I am being a vegetarian this time.  Last time I was a vegetarian (it was two years or so ago), it lasted for about six months, or something like that.  This time, I will try for just this quarter, and then go from there... Also, today is the first day of Winter Quarter here at college, and Joe, Bebo, and I have a really strict English 102 teacher.  Bebo is freaking out, but Joe and I don't mind, because Bebo always has something to freak out about, and at least it isn't meese (or moosen) this time...  Lastly, today is significant because it is the two-week anniversary of my having a baby in the box. 
    Yes, gentle readers, Fiend and I now have a delightful, furry black boxmate (his pseudonym for the blog can be Morgoth, a joke for anyone who has read The Silmarillion).  Fiend loves him.  Actually, she's really jealous of him, but Morgoth is still more fun even than stuffed animals to her.  For some reason, her favorite thing to do is to entice him to chase her, and then either climb a tree (she's the best climber I've ever met.  My other cat, Screwtape, who lives in a garage, thinks her a total enigma; the few times he has climbed, awkwardly and teeteringly into a tree, he has had to be rescued.), or, and this is the weird part, allow him to catch her, trample her flat, and chew on her.  She honestly doesn't seem to mind being covered in puppy slobber and being rolled over and over on the floor by his enormous paws (at thirteen weeks, his paws are bigger than my five-year-old dog, Lady McBeth's, are; he is half her size, and we estimate that he will grow to be twice as big...). 
    Anyway.  My animals are weird.  Even my horse, Hank, is a freak of nature: he loves living alone!  Anyone who knows horses could tell you that that is unnatural, and possibly unhealthy.  Of course, his ex-pasturemate, Hamlet, was a bit of a trial to live with... Perhaps Hank is just relieved. 
    I am exhausted.  I didn't spend nearly enough time with Thumpity-Thump last night, and the night before, Morgoth awakened Fiend and I by puking on the bed (he had been eating hoof parings, and apparently they disagreed with him), and I had to get up and mop up the mess (there were large chunks of horse hoof in it.  Fiend was appalled.), and then, Morgoth would NOT settle down, so it took forever to get back to sleep.  At least it wasn't as bad as it was a few nights earlier, when he decided that he was jealous of my pillow (or something), and spent a large quantity of the middle of the night chewing on my head and barking.  The creature is remarkable; he can chew on something, bark, and chase Fiend, all at the same time. 
    Okay, I'll stop babbling now...

    ~Hugo