Thompson and I took an abbreviated Sunday afternoon nap together. I got up to go play softball with my nephews and nieces. Thompson is the best cat to take a nap with: he lies on the side of his missing leg so he can lay his head right on my chest unimpeded. It's difficult waking him up because it is so nice when we nap together...
The basement work is almost done. All that is left is to install the doors and the doorknobs on the doors. I still haven't let the boyz down there to look because of the remaining power tools that have to be put away. Diego-san is absolutely dying to see what has been going on downstairs. He hangs by the upstairs door and howls and roars. He just HAS to see what all the fuss has been about...
We finally have been able to use the wheat based litter I bought for the boyz. It seems to clump even better than the clay based litter we used before. I don't think, however, that it absorbs the smell as well. Either that or the boyz's output has been extra stinky the past few days. It could also be that I notice the smell from the litter boxes more because they are usually located in the basement but are now upstairs until the basement remodel is all done...
My Get Fuzzy daily calendar had a feline fun fact today: the average 15 year old cat has slept 10 years of his/her life. I can totally buy that.
I played lousy softball for the third week in a row. I can't hit anything but feeble grounders. We tied 14-14 as we ran out of time. Then I came home to watch President Bush's speech on the economy. Theo reassured me that all you need is a little sunlight and everything seems a little bit better...
Time to practice some snuggling together to preserve body heat in this cold cold house.
Diego's latest thing is he'll see me closing a window and he'll immediately jump up to look out that window and howl at me because that is the one window in the house (according to him) that should be open right at that instance. Never mind the window has been open all day long and Diego hadn't shown any interest in sitting in it. My gumption and thinking that the window should be closed at the very moment his schedule had him slotted to sit in that window... He makes it loudly and clearly known that I simply do not understand the window schedule in this house.
Went and saw Neko Case play at First Ave. She has the kind of voice that can send shivers up your spine even in a sweltering hot Minneapolis night club.
The evening was spent playing softball (we won 18-15 no thanks to my feeble efforts) and meeting a friend (to say goodbye) at Mystic Lake Casino. Thompson scolded me when I finally got home because I'm much too old to be staying out when it is a work night.
I went to work at 7 in the morning and didn't get back home until 11:30 at night. The boyz were pretty wound up when i finally got home. I fed them two meals worth of food and went up to go to bed.
"If you would only show me how to use this fancy litter box I'd be happy to give it a try."
The boyz and I took up Mr. Chen's winning dare as posted by our friends over at the Cat Realm. 
Laundry day was postponed a day because I had to go to work. But the boyz were more than willing to help out by making sure the clothes hamper was in good working order.
One morning as I was riding my scooter to work, I looked up and noticed a name of a street that I hadn't noticed before. I just had to stop and take a picture for the boyz new friend, Lil Gizmo...
Diego-san and I have developed a trick together. When my stomach growls/gurgles, it sounds just like Diego's roar/unhappy meow. I discovered this as we were lying on the couch and I honestly couldn't tell which one of us the sound was coming from.
Theo himself doesn't even know it but his least favorite inventions of all time likely would be the elevator and the escalator (not that he has seen either one). Other than meal times there is nothing he enjoys better than racing me up and down the stairway. Of course most of our races aren't really races since it's rare that I'll actually try to beat him, but Theo doesn't seem to mind. He takes great pleasure in zooming up and down the stairs as if he is Michael Phelps and the stairs are his pool.
One boy looks on in stunned disbelief while the other looks like he has seen it all many times before...
Diego-san was named after the Mexican painter Diego Rivera. But I think my Diego has some Italian blood in him. 
Today is Thompson's designated birthday. He turns six. And he gets a pat on the noggin.
Diego-san and I had a little spat yesterday. I'm having a contractor finish off my basement. Last summer the contractor framed and sheetrocked the basement and this year he's putting in the doors, carpet, and painting. 
I asked the boyz if they had been properly 'vetted.' They all responded by telling me I should call Dr. Timmerman and have her send over their vaccination records.
Katie Couric ended her newscast last night by paraphrasing a line from the old Mary Tyler Moore Show. She said, "Twin Cities, you've got spunk. And we like spunk."
The boyz and I honored Labor Day by not doing anything that could be misconstrued as actual labor.
Yesterday didn't go at all like I had planned. I was supposed to meet my friend A- and her husband for dim sum. A- called and said she wasn't feeling well. Then my friend M- called and asked if I wanted to meet her and her parents at the State Fair. I wasn't planning on going to the fair but thought I would be social so I agreed.
