so much hair I could make another cat...

Today is vacuuming day. The house has been overrun with cat hair. I guess that's what we get for picking out a white cat, especially since there was a black cat at the place, too. Black cats shed too.

At least with a black cat, I wouldn't see the fur on my clothes.

The front yard is still brown. No grass yet.

And Sam Fisher is stuck in the police station. I really need to get to know that xbox joystick.

Thought of the day: if the white smoke signifies there's a new Pope, does the black smoke mean someone burned the toast again?