David’s cat, Princess Kitty, is in some serious trouble. Thus, my calling her David’s cat. I heated up my lunch this afternoon - the filing for a cheesesteak sandwich because I know you’re dying to know - when I noticed it looked like it might rain outside. I’ll pause while you squeal in glee for me and my possible rain. Okay, ready to continue? So since I had overheated my lunch I set it on the counter and I hobbled outside to pull all the patio furniture inside the awning. I came in a few minutes later and Princess Kitty was on the counter eating my lunch. I asked what in the hell she thought she was doing and she just looked at me and went back to eating! I have no words.

I also have no words for my dad who called my cell phone to ask me in what building does David work. I have no idea. It’s the big one with his car in the back. Dad says he’s sure it’s building three. Ok. Why are you calling me? He was waiting for David and David hadn’t shown up yet. So he called me. In Fremont. While waiting in a parking lot on the Loral campus in Palo Alto. And then forbid me from calling David to see what was the hold up. I really have no words.

And while I have no words, I do have the Tivo. I love the Tivo.