We didn’t go to karaoke last night. I had a paper due and L, J and Drew weren’t in the mood. Since L and Drew are building a garage today (and tomorrow if they don’t finish), I don’t think either of them had any intentions of staying up late. The backyard gathering – started at L & J’s and moved to E & V’s around 10pm – was pretty dead by midnight. Having to work or handle school the next day tends to put a damper on the party spirit.

As the party was breaking up, one of the neighbours came over to borrow some DVDs. I’m not even sure if that’s legal anymore under the newly proposed copyright law. It’s not law yet so I guess I have a few more months to worry about it. In the meantime, we’ll continue to act like the neighbourhood video store and share our perfectly legal store bought purchased movies with our neighbours who want to watch them. I know. I used the evil share word. I just can’t see much of a difference between someone coming to watch the DVD at our house, on our TV, sitting on our couches, and eating our popcorn and someone borrowing the DVD, walking next door or across the alley, and watching the movie on their TV, sitting in their couches, and eating their own movie snacks.

Anywho. R picked out a few movies and headed up stairs. As he was leaving he left the door open and Bubba, our 10 year old blue point Siamese snuck out. She was lightening quick and I couldn’t catch her as she ran by me on the deck. Over an hour of panicked searching of the neighbourhood ensued. Running Walking up and down streets and alleys with flashlights calling “Bubba” got us no where. The evil man who let her out – by not shutting the door behind him – toddled home, brought Drew a flashlight, and then toddled back home once again. Apparently he didn’t think it was important to try and help us find our previously housebound cat.

It did end well though. In all our wanders in and out of the house while we were searching for Bubba, she managed to sneak by us once again. This time, it was to head back into the house and cuddle up on her cushion. We found her after I was saying her name in the kitchen while talking to Thanatos (yes, I talk to my cats). I said “Bubba” and immediately heard “meerow”. She has a very distinct meow. I called her name and kept following the “meerows” until I found her curled up on her favourite cushion in the basement.

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