I am firmly convinced Tango the Wonder Kitty can read my mind. Not that it would be much of a challenge, but that's beside the point. The point is Tango has some serious skills.

Early this morning I was laying in bed wondering where Tango was (he doesn't always sleep with me), and the next thing I knew, he was climbing up and laying on my side. That happens often, and in a variety of circumstances. Yes, it could be a coincidence, but I don't think so. That boy is strange, so being able to read minds is right up his alley.

In related news, he and one of my other cats, Butler, are getting along much better now that Butler has been neutered. Today they were both rolling around on the floor together in a catnip-induced haze, happy as could be. Normally they would have been hissing at each other and stealing the other's catnip. The rolling around thing was much cuter.

In scootin' news, the Purple Plaything, which is still a Honda scooter and not a sex toy, has reached 5000 miles on the ol' odometer. Please take a moment to send good thoughts its direction that it will continue for another 5000. At least.

In exercising news, I am proud to say I am still at it. Exercising, that is. I bought actual hand weights in lovely purples and greens, which means I was able to put the pork and beans back in the garage. Looking at the weights don't make me hungry. Looking at the cans of beans did. Funny, that. I also bought some leg weights which say they are "one size fits all." They lie.

But I'm using them anyway. Before we know it, I'll be all svelt and trim and stuff. Or not. I'm thinking I'll be thin sometime after I'm dead. Anyway, my goal isn't to be thin (I kinda doubt that will ever happen), it's to be healthier. A cliche, but it's also true. So I'll do my best with what I have.

Such as it is.

Heaven help me.