Oh, I give up. I was going to write an ecological disquisition about the neighbors up the road who foolishly left out their trash in a bulging plastic sack so that the crows could get it. Or I could have written about what fun it was having dinner with Dennis Altman this evening. But in point of fact - here's Moth, clearly wanting to help me with putting together a syllabus, and just generally exemplifying kitten cuteness. So excuse me ... normal service will be resumed soon; there may be a brain inside here somewhere; and I do occasionally read books. But tonight is the first night of All Kitties Out - what will the scene in the bedroom be like by 3 a.m., I wonder?