Walking home today, I saw a “Room For Rent” sign with the following notice beneath it: “No smoking; no pets; no cats.”

Notice how they’ve given cats a category of their own there, entirely separate from pets. Well, quite. Finally, someone else who understands that cats aren’t actually pets. They’re extra tenants who pay no rent, crave attention but only grant it on their own terms, lounge around the house waiting to be fed, and occasionally barf on the carpet.

No wonder I’m such a cat person.

Platypus update (“They’re just so damn funny, sir” - Diana Goddard) : the Bell technicians are apparently on strike in my area, which is why I’m still waiting for the phone call I was supposed to receive on Wednesday. This is not the phone call that will actually fix the problem, it’s the phone call that will determine whether the problem is on my phone line or in my modem; if the latter, then there will be more waiting as a replacement is shipped to me. Ho hum.