I had locked the cat door on the slider insert before going back to bed, but somehow Lucas got through it. When I got up and opened the bedroom door, I saw him was out on the terrace, meowing. He'd not been able to get back through the door. Don't know how long he was trapped out there. From now on, the cat-door panel goes away when I'm away. The lock is just a little plastic thing, and Lucas is a pretty tough cat.
"Desperate Housewives" is going down in flames, it appears. "Pan Am" is weird, but I like the old cars.
Busy and also relaxing weekend. Back to work tomorrow. Talked to E. Tomorrow's his day off, and he's going back out apartment-hunting with one of his co-workers. Hope he finds something soon. Maybe he'll hear back from Renter's Paradise. It'll have been a week since he met with the agent. He's itching to get out of his present arrangement.
The marinated roast came out great, by the way.
Lucas has had no desire to go out onto the terrace tonight. I'll let him stay in the bedroom when I go to bed. He had a rough day. Poor thing.
Just saw this in a commercial. Cool. (See here.) This is the front of the ship, the bow ("the point that is most forward when the vessel is underway").
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