My cat has figured out how to open the screen door. I was upstairs opening windows yesterday, and I looked out at the backyard and, there she was, strolling around the pool, stalking the robot that vacuums it. She is NOT an outdoor cat, but I guess she decided to make herself one.

In other pet news, my dog dug up a rabbit's nest and killed three of the babies. She at least had the decency to look a bit guilty. The last surviving bunny hid under the air conditioner unit until Mr. Babe rescued it. Of course, the kids begged to keep it, and we brought it in and made a nest for it. The kids named it Rocket in honor of Clemens' return to The Yankees. I ran to CVS to buy a baby bottle for it, but on my way home, Mr. Babe called me to say that Rocket had passed away, very probably of fright.

Although I was not thrilled about having ANOTHER pet, I admit that Rocket was one of the freaking cutest things I've ever seen. It actually fit in the palm of Mr. Babe's hand.