so my duvet cover? that my two cats sleep on every night. washing and drying it does not get all the cathair of it.

I have learned (the hard way, repeatedly) not to put black pants down on my bed.

My accomplishment for the night: I finally put back up the shelves that fell down over a year ago. Now I can clear off my desk. But I am beat, and may actually go to bed soon. The deask clearing can wait until tomorrw

that my two cats sleep on every night. washing and drying it does not get all the cathair of it. That sucks. Now to go over it all with a roller.

Answer: silk, even the raw stuff. Cathair comes off it well. Every couple of months. Otherwise, the monster washer and driers at a laundromat.

Know what is weird? Calling your dad when he is 6 miles away. I mean, sure I did that (it was 6 and 10 miles) for 17 years, but strange when he's in a hotel room. He's just back from a working dinner and rather loopy and has a meeting at 7:30, so the hotel is the best place. Neither of those first two are weird, but having him in the same city and not here is. I wanna bring him instant coffee and tortillas or something.

My lovely assistant. I thought cats would be afraid of power tools, Clio was head butting the drill as I was putting up the shelves.

Sue, the nuzzling shelf picture looks like Devi, and the smug Clio looks like Mister Kitty. Which tells you all about my tabbies...

CUTE (see, appropriate use of word. Fuzzy snugglemuffins.)

I was just listening to Between the Covers, a CBC show that's basically serialized dramatic readings of books. I was listening because the main male actors voice was familiar and I couldn't place it. It turns out that it's Ron Halder, an actor I worked with twice in Vancouver.

Also, how the hell do you manage collars that don't drive you whacko with the jingling? Devi'd never tolerate one and MK used his to annoy the hell out of me, so now both are without collars. I should chip them.

Well, sara, they must be cuties. She was really annoying and at the same time totally cute, while I was trying to hold the shelf level with one hand and drill in the screws with the other. I kept put things down to snap pictures, but the damn cat never stays in one place for long.

Also, how the hell do you manage collars that don't drive you whacko with the jingling?

It's just a tag, and I can only hear it when they are eating and it's banging against their dish. That helps me to know when Clio has stopped eating and is attempting to storm the bedroom to eat Pico's food.

I swear, MK learned how to trot to make noise.

Devi's very very skittish, but she does that squinty nuzzle thing. MK is just a big, in-your-face slut. He's totally like Clio when I'm trying to do something.

Clio is a big slut too. She has to make everyone who visits love her.