Yeah, I'm alive, I've got innernetz, everything's cool!
Note: I didn't bother to check for spelling mistakes or even generally if this text makes any sense. Too tired.

Long story, very short version:
-Pasztet died, I wrote that in my last entry, and since then Trufel died too. Let's face it: the guy was old, half-blind, and had cancer. The vet said he'd live maybe two weeks max. He lived almost two months, before I had to ask the vet to put him down. By then he started having trouble breathing, and the lump had grown so much [almost 1/3 of the rat's size...] he couldn't jump around the cage, and started losing the optimism and total disregard for the laws of gravity that defined him. It was better to let him sleep.

-Pasztet died in February, and in May I think, we got a cat. A kitten, to be more exact. Tobi. One night there was a storm and a shitload of meowing somewhere near a neighbor's car. Went down to look what's up. There was a kitten, but he was so scared he jumped under the engine somewhere... bah, I dunno what's it called in english. Anyway, he must've gotten stuck during the night, cause next morning the neighbor came by and told me that if I don't get that goddamned cat out from under his car, he's going to start it and doesn't give a shit if he turns mr. kitty into chopped meat. So I got my welding gloves (which I had from when Pasztet turned vicious ) and with the help of some kids managed to get the kitten out. He was goddamn dirty, scared and... what, I couldn't throw him back out on the street, right? Funny thing - he was only a little bit bigger than Trufel
Anyway, we took him to the vet. That lady is funny as hell. The cat wasn't sick, his paws were a bit burned, but she gave us something for that, and we were about to leave when I remembered his weird tail, so I asked her about it. And she said that she didn't want to mention that, because the tail must've been broken, but it's healing now, and she was scared we'd throw the kit out, if we knew he's going to have a crooked tail. C'MON, PEOPLE! I ruined my best shirt saving that kitten, besides, who'd be cruel enough to throw the bugger out... (I know, I know. A lot of people. A few days ago I read about some 6X-year old guy beating up a woman because she didn't let him run over a dog...)

-a few days after getting Tobi we went for a checkup with him, and the vet said she'd found a little kitten, 3-4 weeks old at most, she couldn't keep him because she's got enough of her own already, maybe we'd like company for the little guy. So in less than two weeks we gained two cats.

-both cats are more than a year old now, Tobi looks like a cat version of a skinhead. He's large, has that 'get outta my way or I'll fsckin' KILL YOU' look, and generally is a bastard. He walks wherever he wants [shower, table when you're eating, bread basket, whatever] and if YOU don't like it... tough luck. And if you try to get him to move... better wear those welding gloves again. He's a biter.

Rudy [Red in english ] on the other hand, is a cat Forrest Gump. His wide-eyed face is everywhere. He's surprised by everything. He frequently falls into bathtubs because he doesn't remember they're slippery. He sleeps under the shower, because he doesn't remember he doesn't like water. He chases his tail. He talks to everyone willing [or not] to listen. He loves the whole world. And he barks at birds. Go figure.

-the great and wonderful University of 'Ciecin' SUCKS! The professors are [not all, but most] incompetent idiots, or ... I don't even have a word for what I'd like to say about a certain lady, if you can call it that. But let's just say - with a different prof I got an A on the same exam that I failed three times with that woman, even if I wrote verbatim what she said, still got 0 points for it. Remember kids: be nice and play all those stupid integration games, even if you think that if you'd want to know the people in your group, you have time after classes for that. And never EVER mention that a professor pronounced something wrong. Just don't bother, and don't cause yourself more trouble than it's all worth.

-technically I still live in Szczein, practically I've been living on a half-furnished 'building site' [we have no 'official' road to our house. That means that even if we fully furnish it, the garden is in full bloom and all that stuff... no, we can't live here, it's a building site.] for almost 4 months already. Why? Because I got a dog XD A nice Greater Swiss Mountain Dog puppy. Now he's 6 months old, weights 30 kilos and is friggin' great-er But more on that later, or I'll never finish this journal >_>