As I've posted before, I have grown disenchanted with the upstairs neighbour even though it means that the best cat in the world is practically ours. Now, he's freaking me out because it sounds as though he's swiped my CD collection. I am willing to share late R.E.M. and Belle and Sebastian but I draw the line at Moreno Veloso. Moreno is mine. And Ptichka's when she wants him.

In other news, the department chair hasn't responded yet. Like my ire is actually fear-inducing.