Bar brawls instigated by drunken idiots. I am so glad I didn't get involved with Flare. He was so nice at first but the last thing my cubs need to have around is a mean alcoholic. I never thought I'd ever use a holodeck cub safety program to restrain an inebriate. It's just too bad he didn't put the fists to that jackass Captain Lee a little more thoroughly. I also can't believe he didn't tell me he was a telepath. How rude. It's hard not to feel sorry for him though, when he was nice he was really nice and I think I'll miss him for his little kindnesses. I wish I could have done something more with him than soup. At least with the way he pickled himself I didn't need to ruin his flavour with any tenderizers. Blessings to the Mother Goddess, Blessings for Your provisions, and welcome into Your Fields of the Everlasting this one who gives his body that Your cubs subsist. And may Your mercy rain down upon his cubs for I have failed in my duties. Guide me through this lesson, I attend Your wisdom.

Mister, or is it Miss, Tadasi did a fabulous job with that holodeck program, and with K'Torr and T'Saal starting preschool this week I'll finally have a bit of time for myself for the first time since they were born. Oh how I love them both, but murri's just about run ragged and isn't getting any younger. I'm finding myself needing to work harder in the gym to keep my figure and it's only a matter of time until I'll have to accept the inevitable.

Yes the inevitable is coming, and I'm terribly glad the few gray hairs I've found blend in with my white fur. One of the few blessings of partial albinism I suppose. I'm not yet certain but that Milton Dammers is quite fascinating. He even speaks a bit of Caitian! Well, he speaks it very badly, but it's not like I don't have a rotten accent either. He finally revealed the cause of his initial reaction to me and I must say I'm shocked. He denies having had a relationship with my mother, but my mother chose to honour him with the opportunity to help ensure the survival of her cubs. They must have been close friends indeed. But for the sake of my cubs I must stalk this male cautiously. He's very interesting, a brave warrior and smooth of tongue. But would he put his tongue to my fur? Would I let him? Time will tell, but for now, caution. Despite the ludicrous amount of booze I'd drunk with him, and despite the fool I'd made of myself flopping down on his lap, for once in my life I managed to not dive into the sack on the first date.