'Latte' the Cat So this is my new cat.  I would much rather have a dog, but since I’m not home for 12 hours a day, I figured a cat would be a better way to go.  She was apparently a stray around Jen’s house.  The cat would often come by their back yard for company.  They say not to let your cats out side because of the harsh weather and that they will live longer if they are kept indoors.  So I figured since the possible owners let their cat out and without a collar, I would be doing it a favor by adopting it.  Let me tell you, the car ride over to my house with this cat in a cardboard box was devastating for her.  This cat went ape-shit in the box, in my car, all the way home.  Jen, and her roommate Linda, had named her ‘Latte’ because of her color.  I suppose I will keep that name.  She mostly keeps under my bed so far, but will come out with enough coaxing. Jen and I had lunch at just another overly decorated sports bar.  On our way back from lunch we realized that we forgot to pay the bill.  Well, they never really brought us our bill, and the service was crappy.  So I figured, what the hell… I’m don’t think I was ever going to visit that place again anyway. I’m heading out to visit my dad, out at his hanger, and I look over and there is this plane with it’s nose gear collapsed.  You don’t see that everyday.