Jenna and I spent way too much time playing around with Catster yesterday. I was a little worried about us, until Jenna discovered the real "Crazy Cat Lady." Scroll down to see a woman covered in cats. She has 22 cats. We're not nearly that bad.

It worries me that a lot of the "profiles" are written from the cat's point of view. They mention their brothers and sisters and their mommies - or worse - meowmies. Yikes. Promise to slap me if I ever say anything like that.

I actually got off my ass and made it to yoga class last night. It's always good but it's just hard to get there sometimes.

My mom took Sam to the dollar store again yesterday and this time he got a teddy bear. He named it Nacho, I guess in tribute to Nacho Libre.

Oh my god - it was like Wild Kingdom in my house last night - when I got home from yoga there were two of those big ass bugs in my kitchen. I ran and let Chocolate in so she could help me. She knocks 'em over and I squish 'em. Yick. Why do I live here? Then about 20 minutes later I can hear her running around in the kitchen, so I tentatively go in and she's sitting over yet another one, waiting for me to squish it. Then about 10 minutes later she sees a cricket and goes after it.

She normally sleeps on me but last night she slept on the bottom corner of the bed, keeping her ears open for more critters. She's a good kitty.