Action.

Miss Lola has been trapped (with some heroic effort from the Steven) and will be going in for fixing tomorrow morning. She did not go willingly. Gloves, towels, and zip ties have all come into play.

It's unnerving to sit here knowing a wild animal is sorrowfully howling in the house, in the garage, in a car, in a cage under a sheet. I am a very, very bad person.

This week at work promises to be hellish. This is not the time for my throat to be getting sore and to worried about angry little tigers in residence.

For the first time this season, the heat kicked on in the house; it was a beautiful thing. The chiffon window dressings fluttered, the heat registers (hey! more than one!) purred and we were warm as toast before the first batch of waffles were done.