Very nearly the high point of my day, especially since I came back from lunch to be caught by the project lead and roped into a 4 1/2 hour telecon on production system problems.
I wasn’t home at the time, but my wife regaled me with the tale of how she (the cat, not my wife :)) chased the rodent out of the woods, across the yard, over the brook, and into my brother-in-law’s woodpile, to the excitement of his kids and his own amusement (my wife was screaming, “Catch it! Catch it! Kill it! Kill it!”, which added to his amusement.)
Finally, Patches did catch it and kill it. My wife immediately began to praise her: “Good girl!” – which she took as the cue to drop the ex-vole on the lawn and run back to the house for cat treats (she got two).
Not, I know, nearly as fascinating to the Teeming Thousands as a thread about being screwed in the butt by one’s girlfriend with a strap-on dildo, but exciting to me, nonetheless.
“Kings die, and leave their crowns to their sons. Shmuel HaKatan took all the treasures in the world, and went away.”