I watched “Rigoletto”, an opera, today. It was my second opera, after a very tragic (for me) and incomprehensible outing to “Legend of Shakuntala” a couple of years back in Italy. “Rigoletto” was a much better experience than “Shakuntala” because: 1) I was watching it with someone rather than alone, 2) I actually understood it because the libretto was translated into English and they had subtitles to supplement our listening. I can’t discuss the comparative merits of the plots of both operas, since I didn’t really get much of the Shakuntala plot – but from Rigoletto’s plot, I do think that it a shame that Verdi was born in the wrong place and time – he totally missed his calling as the writer/director/composer of Korean / Japanese melodramas. (see “Rigoletto” plot: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rigoletto#Synopsis) Nonetheless, it was an interesting experience.

On coming home, I found that my kittens (I suspect Byron, the younger kitten) had totally acted up and pooped and pee-ed in the wrong place, in their little “home compound” that we created for them, instead of the litter tray. So I ended up clearing the mess, washing and disinfecting their trays, bathing them. It is at times like this that I wonder if the whole kitten-adopting was just a tragic mistake. I don’t really mind doing housework in small doses, but I would hate to have a problem cat that is not toilet trained and that requires me (more, the Boy, since he is at home most of the time) to run after him. But I suppose having the kittens is not entirely without benefits. Among other things, I think it’s really good as a trial of our capacities to accept a dependent newcomer into our lives (read: kids). And the answer that I am getting right now, loud and clear, is: NO.

But I will expound more about my thoughts on kittens/kids some other time when I’m not tired and stressed about going into work the next day (yes, on a Sunday 🙁 – bring back my recession please!)