The Informant

I saw The Informant! last night with Adam and Dawn. There was a not-too-great reaction, and a mediocrely-good. I on the other hand found the humour spot on. My knee actually got a few good slaps out of the whole thing.

I love Adam's cat, though I would like her more if she had trimmed claws. I don't think she knows the power of her own nails. We set up a little trap where I would lure her over to the couch with a series of nimble finger taps, and then Adam would lurch forward in attempts to grab her. It took her about one go around to figure us out, and instead of jumping up to play with my hand she would jump up as if to feign interest and then immediately bolt away before Adam could move in. She was like a swimmer twisting underwater to prepare for the next push-off. Except not underwater, and she's a cat.

I have some long neglected house chores to get to tonight. And tomorrow I'm going to see my great auntie in Newmarket. We're going to go for lunch and then cruise Chapters for hot reads. She's 89 and she's awesome. She kind of reminds me of my mom's mom, in the way that she's so delicate and classy.

C'est tout.