I don't know. You would think kitties would be pretty lean, but I don't know about my chunky kitties. (One of whom is trying sit on my hands as I type.)

Okay, I'm packing up the clothes in my hall closet, which are mostly summer clothes. But on some of the long term residents in there--my jean jacket from high shcool, an old winter coat and my most beloved suede jacket that just doesn't quite fit anymore--Ive discovered mold growing. So gross! I'm pretty devastated about the suede jacket. I can't see paying to get it professionally cleaned (I paid $5 at the sally ann for it) but it kills me to think of getting rid of it.

The thing is, there's not a lot of eating of wild cats out there to generally know what kind of meat they are.

None of you are invited to meet my cats.

I've found an article on cats as food, apparently, depending on how they are prepared, they taste like rabbit or, surprise, surprise, chicken: [link]

DO NOT look at that link if the thought of cats being sold as food breaks your heart. There are pictures.

There is this quote:

Where they are sold for meat, a plump adult cat offers better eating than a small kitten.

I guess when you think of it, chubby pet cats are like those farmedanimals that they don't want to have moving much so thier meat stays tender.

I don't know if fat affects glycemic index, or not. I wouldn't think so, but am not sure.

Fat brings the glycemic index down, I think. Because it slows the digestion of the carbs, or something.

I am so tired I'm woozy. I haven't gotten more than 4 hours sleep a night all week. I think maybe I'm getting too much thyroid medication. Anyone have any experience with thyroid meds?

I've got HGTV on and tomorrow night they're going to air a show on houses withi secret rooms. Doesn't that sound like fun?

Before we bought this house we looked at a fascinating Victorian, that had a passageway between 2 bedrooms. We loved it, but it was in horrible shape. We would have had to sink unrthinkable amounts of money to make it live-innable.

I would love a secret room. One of my recurrung dreams from childhood featured all these hidden rooms off my parents' cellar.

We lived in a great brick Victorian when I was a kid in Milwaukee. My parents bought it from the daughter of the guy who built it, who was an old lady in the '60s. It had all kinds of unchanged things--a coal chute and a rootcellar in the basement, only one phone which was in a built-in mahogany phone booth in the hall, a full size built-in safe, AND a secret hiding place. There were bookshelves in the den which had space behind them. The space was probably put there to hide valuables, but there was room for a kid to stand in it. Since getting back there involved removing a huge drawer, we weren't allowed to go there after one exciting visit, but it was cool to know we COULD--you know, if the Nazis came back or something.

Lunar eclipse at tonight for those who will have the sun set or setting between 6:45 and 9:25 EST. And who don't have clouds in the sky.