EZ's is now a wireless hotspot. I can consume my peppermint milkshake and be a geek at the same time. Cool. :) --regan

Ikea said it. Not me. --regan

Not Mommy insisted on taking a picture of me in the litterbox. I was inspecting her cleaning job by sprawling in the empty box, and she seemed to think that was amusing. --sammy

I don't know why they print, "This Is Not A Toy" on rattly, plastic bags when they clearly ARE toys. Not Mommy played with me with one for 15 minutes today. And, man, was it fun. She took it when she left, though (so don't call the ASPCA just yet). This was the first time I was sad to see her go... but actually, I really was just upset that the plastic bag was leaving. --sammy

This Not Mommy chick might be okay. She came in today with ice cream, albeit the wrong flavor. Then she broke out with the wet food, and opened the door so I could play in the sunroom. She's boxing with me and watching something on the television now. I still don't like how she scritchies me, but she's okay to play with. Sometimes. --sammy

Read about Proven Winners in Lucky or Real Simple. They're bred to be beautiful and well-nigh unkillable. So I ordered some and put their Tout Sweet combo to the test. Mine doesn't look much like theirs, but it is thriving, which is more than I can say for most of my plants. --regan

I'm cool with the booth bunnies, but I'm with Rockstarr: stick a bunch of them in the same post. Although... I bet the guys are appreciating the near-real-time nature of it. I'm sure our corporate security team really enjoyed me checking Hiptop yesterday. :)

Oh, and American Dad does rock. Unfortunately, we seem to always have a playoff game during that slot. That's what the TiVO is for, but you have to remember to schedule it to record. Dammit. --regan, crazy cat lady

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Not Mommy came by again today. I eyed her warily until she indicated that she was willing to bribe me with wet food in order to get my attention. I figure I'm not really a kitty gigolo if I just gave up some leg rubbin, right?

Not Mommy sat down in front of the TV for a while before I noticed that she was playing with a ping pong ball -- my ping pong ball! And without my permission. I decided to do my patented Drive By Kittening (tm), which involves me running by Not Mommy at top speed and occasionally trouncing across her, but not slow enough for her to pet me. Ha HA! That will teach her to impersonate my mommy. --sammy

Mommy and Daddy left early this morning... about the time I usually wake them up with nose-kisses. They took with them the boxes with wheels and handles, filled with clothes, that they'd put out for me the past week. Now I have to find something new to burrow in.

Around 9 p.m. the front door opened, and I bounded over to greet Mommy -- but it was not Mommy. I sniffed a bit, but Not Mommy smelled like Other Cat, so I went to watch her do stuff from a safe distance. I acted all cute and play-ey and like I wanted tummy rubbing, but when she'd come over, I'd bolt so she'd know how upset I was with her for trying to pass herself off as Mommy. A few times I even let her pet me, just so she'd know what she was missing. This is all part of my master plan. --sammy