Monday, February 05, 2007
When The Going Gets Tough
It's just under ten (10) degrees Fahrenheit outside and it's really cold. When you have an antique cat, you merely transfer the Fortress of Solitude from a cardboard box to a place more suitable. Like right in front of the heating vent in the family room where someone has pulled the couch into a nice triangular area for you to nest in and bask in the heat. And the heat is on, and the house is just right, the way it is supposed to be.
She decided to try to make a buck from this and hunt up an energy trade in natural gas. She 'sniffing' out a natural gas play for this week. She thinks energy plays are going up. Smart cat. She'll be out at the end of the week. She also got the Super Bowl right.