Friday, November 1, 2002
I'm standing in the kitchen, looking down the hallway into the dining room. There's a pen on the floor - all my pens are on the floor. I know what's coming next, but still I can't help burst out laughing when a six-pound black and white furball dives out of the bedroom, pounces on the pen, and tumbles into the bathroom.
She can be a nuisance, but overall, it's pretty fun having a cat.
