Now I know my cats are weird!

I swear on my mother's dentures that I shut off the idiot box before going
to work today. We were watching CNN. I shut it off and tossed the remote on
the loveseat.

When Louie came home the TV was on, and set to CNBC. I NEVER watch CNBC, aka
the Stockbroker Channel. I get dizzy watching all those runners at the
bottom with the funny numbers and letters that stockbrokers like to look up
in the Wall Street Journal. Who, then? Stosh would watch something like the
NFL Network, Spike, or whatever channel is showing "professional" wrestling.
Odessa would watch sensitive programs on Lifetime or Hallmark. Brandy... now
what channel would a little tomboy like her watch? ESPN, or sit with Stosh
watching WWE Raw?

This leaves Roxie, who has been from the start the brainiest of the bunch. I
never thought our little Buddhist would turn to programs of the material.
But then, she was fast asleep by the time Louie got home. Maybe all that
talk bored the heck out of her and she meditated herself to sleep. I hope. I
am scared now of what those kids can do with a remote, and hope they never,
EVER discover the concept of Pay-Per-View or I'll find some Jerry Springer
mess on my cable bill.

Blessed be,
Baha

--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.