Wouldn't it Be Loverly

I haven't posted in a while. I've been in the process of moving, and sitting down to write out thoughts is difficult when my thoughts are elsewhere. I'm 90% moved into my new (temporary) living quarters and I have to say, it is much better than my Eyeore nature let on. They did a great job getting it set up for us, though sleeping in a bunkbed and having three other roommates does have an echo of dorm life (though I never had either a bunk bed or more than one roommate in college) and it's an adjustment from the comfort of my queen-size single in ol' Shady. I'll miss that place in all its damp, dark, basement glory.
Anyway, a story:
This weekend was my last stint as primary host (sigh...I loved that job). Friday night I was just leaving the club room after making sure the very green sound tech was slightly comfortable when I walked out into the darkness to go fix a toilet and I heard a cry. A little cry. A little, kitten cry. I looked around and couldn't find where this tiny incessant cry was originating when she came running up: a young little tabby kitten. She wouldn't let me pet her but it was clear she was very used to people, and was very hungry. She followed me up and into the cabin whose toilet I was to fix and that's when I knew I couldn't have her wandering around property while a camp was in session. I got her into the Guest Services office and called around to borrow a dog carrier, then down to the barn to get some cat food and water, which she ate like it was her very first meal.
My roommate helped me get her into the carrier and we took her back to Shady for the night. She cried the entire time. Like didn't shut up. Poor thing. I couldn't decide if I should call her Hubris (my dream name for a cat. So fitting.) or Liza Dolittle (the heroine from "My Fair Lady").
While all that was going on I got a call about a snake trying to get into the club room (which was full of 220 people. Like yelling "Fire!" in a crowded theater...). I now assume that when I host, it's Animal Planet camp. During my three months in Guest Services I had: a rabid bat, two birds trapped in rooms, a snake, a kitten, a hermit crab, a dead mole in the pool, a dead turtle, and I feel like I'm leaving one out. That's hilarious.
Back to unpacking...