Cats and the microwave
A better entry would have been Cats in the microwave, but fortunately, this is not an entry about manapua.
Cat story #1: Aunty M has a cat named Ditto. Last weekend when she had some family over, her sister-in-law said that her neighbor has a Myspace account and that there's a picture of Aunty M's cat on her web page. The caption is "Me and my cat RUFUS." So they all went on Myspace and checked out the neighbor's space and sure enough there's Ditto a.k.a. Rufus with the neighbor all cuddly and cute. FUNNY! The neighbor does know that the cat belongs to Aunty M and she knows his name is Ditto.
Cat story #2: Nina has a cat, Newt. One day she's looking for her cat outside and is calling him. She hears a tiny meow and looks up to find her cat staring at her from inside the neighbor's 2nd floor room. She went next door to talk to her neighbor and let her know her cat was in their house and to apologize. The neighbor said she knows and that Newt comes to visit them every day through the cat door.
Microwave (no cat in this section): My tech is wonderful, but clumsy. Last week she set the microwave on fire. Rather, she set the laulau on fire inside the microwave. Somehow she set the timer on 30 minutes and left the microwave on. After about 5 minutes there was smoke. Apparently the laulau ignited from the middle and when she retrieved it and doused it in the sink it was smoking like a meteorite and had melted the bottom of her rubbermaid container. The entire library (it's not that big) stank of burnt laulau. We had to open the one window in the staffroom and the front doors to air out the building. Our microwave still smells like smoke.
My mood: exhausted and looking forward to the weekend.