hellbilly

So I spent a good part of my morning looking for one of my parent's cats. I came over to paint some doors for them, and do some other stuff, and while I was certain the cat hadn't gotten out when I came in, who knows what happened before. So an hour's search of the house, including looking under every chair, the beds, and the couches yielded nothing. My parents house is pretty small, so it's not like the cat has a lot of places to hide. The other cat was out on the back porch hunting lizards, so I figured there couldn't be a hole in the screen or an open door.
Finally in fustration I rattled a plate, and before ten seconds had gone by the damn cat was standing at my feet. I have no idea where it was, but I learned an important lsson from all of this: The next time that tubby critter goes missing I'm ringing the dinner bell before I tear the house apart.
Other than that i's been a quiet day of painting and fixing, and accidenty getting sucked into the Da Vinci Code. It was one my parents coffee table, and I remeber someone telling me they had read it. Who the hell was it? Oh yeah, America.