Cats and Soccer I cat-sat for Tiffany today. She's in the lab until who-knows-when, and Katze's up here for the week while the beagles invade the white-bluff house. She's the cute little black kitten in the flickr bar, but full grown now. She's adjusting nicely, hasn't even attacked my hands while typing (though she is considering it now). She's a bit of a wild thing, so indoor life is probably ruining her.
At least it's not ruining the apartment.
So, after I got home from work (at noon, part time sucks), we played for a little while and then settled down for the world cup.
If you haven't watched the games you taped yet, quit reading.
if you didn't tape the games, or don't even know what the world cup is, shame on you. Go read a non-US news site for a few minutes.
Anyway, I wish there was more to say about the US-Czech game today. What started deceptively promising ended painfully. I had to switch over to writing articles (my other job, which I should've been doing anyway) before it was over. We play Italy next, and I don't really know enough about soccer to have a clue how we'll fare.  ¶   0 comments