Speaking of fat cats, what better way to get them to sit still than plop them in front of the television set. (Sound familiar, parents?) I promised my friends I wouldn't become a crazy cat person. But my cat may be exceptional. It's been less than a week so I'm trying to be objective but all the signs are there.

Last night, as Kevin and I are watching the Yankees-Red Sox game, Tilly jumps up and sits next to the console. As Boston players are at bat in that horrible four-run inning, Tilly would lift her left paw and take a swipe at the screen. Kevin figures she was trying to fake out Bill Mueller but I'm not so sure.

And now lo and behold, there will be a cat program on cable. Not a show about cats or for cat owners. But a show FOR cats. I love the cable television industry. At one time, I might have been a little outraged at the silliness of this. But last night convinced me that they may be on to something.