It was a pleasure to dine with

Back on the home front, Pippin got a good smack in the nose from Boo, hard enough to take off some skin. Boo's getting a very relaxing evening for her hard work, and Pippin, in her absence, appears to have rediscovered the human members of the household. He's kind of quieting down in general, now, turning into a cat instead of a kitten. I'm kind of thinking I should have named him Lynx (due to his points) or Apollo (I think he's got a sun god aura to him), but, well, he doesn't care, and he comes running when I call his name, so it's set.
Finally ... the housecleaning is wreaking its punishment upon us, as I search desperately for the gift certificate