Every Silver Lining Comes with a Cloud

Well, it turns out I have mice. This is peculiar because I also have three cats. Mice are supposed to be afraid of cats---the very smell of them is supposed to act as a deterrent. Unfortunately, these mice must have inactive vomeronasal organs, because this is not effective.

It's probably because the cats are sleeping at the foot of my bed instead of working.

I interviewed the cats to see what was happening and here's how it went down:

Cat 1: What? You expect me to chase and catch mice? I'm a lover, not a fighter.That's not in my job description (obviously, he's a GS cat).

Cat 2: They taunted me and hurt my feelings. My mother was not a hamster (sniff)!

Cat 3: Couldn't be found anywhere. She's pretty skittish, so I just chalked it up to her usual behavior.

Later, I found this paper on the stairs to the basement.

I called in the professional assassins.

It's officially a war.

Stand by.

Automotive Genes Raise Their Ugly Heads!

Holy moly. Anna must come by her automotive knowledge genetically.

She correctly identified a Fisker Karma yesterday ("in disgusting yellow," she added) while I was driving. And today she's telling me that Bentley Continentals are "beautiful."

She's told everyone her dream car is an SLR McLaren Roadster.

I hope she is able to find a really wealthy boyfriend because she hails from lowly Ford and Mopar stock...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcPbE2rFBWc