I'm not making this stuff up. Seriously.
There is a cat missing in our neighborhood. I ran into the owner one morning, and we chatted about her missing "Bear". I promised to keep an eye out for him. The other night, Matt and I heard 2 cats kicking the patootie out of each other, and I phoned our neighbor to tell her it might be her Bear.
"Oh goodie." she says. "I just got back from a pet psychic and she assures me Bear has not crossed over yet. She said Bear has found a friend- a little white cat, and that I will find her soon."
In other news, we celebrated Matt's 37th birthday yesterday- complete with a day at the beach and a barbecue of steamed mussels (mupples), filets, asparagus and chocolate cake. Oh yeah, our dinner guest (who shall remain nameless, but knows I'm going to post this anonymously so it's not like I'm too heartless) also showed up with an unnamed veneral disease that Matt got to diagnose after dinner. Nothing says happy birthday more than some genital warts.