Last night was one of those choice early-autumn evenings. Pleasant, not too humid, and still warm enough to have the sliding doors open to the garden so I can hear the waterfall. Miss Suki has discovered - unfortunately - that if she stands on her hind legs and paws at the screen door, I will let her out. Of course if she just came up and meowed, I would let her out too, but she's realized this gets a quicker response.

So - paw, paw, paw - I open the door and she bolts outside. During the day when she goes out, she usually heads to the pond and drinks, watches the fish for a while, then finds someplace to lie down and think cat-thoughts. So off she went.

About ten minutes go by when all of a sudden I hear a loud *SPLASH* outside. I look out to see a dark object hurtling towards the door. I start laughing, go to the bathroom to get a towel and tell Gary to come and see . . .

. . . our soaking wet cat, who has fallen into the fish pond and now REALLY wants to come inside. I scoop her up - she's managed to keep her head above water - and towel her off as best I can. I put the towel down for her and she spends the next fifteen minutes rearranging her coat. Then she jumps up into the media cabinet and sits on the cable-box where it is nice and warm.

[No, Suki, I was laughing *with* you.]

The Boston Red Sox came through with an amazing win after being down 7-0 in the 7th inning of the ALCS last night. They've managed to stay alive - they're still trailing the Rays in the series - which is great. Not that I'm rooting for them. Not after they beat the Angels to get to the ALCS this year. And not after 1986 and Donnie Moore.

BUT. It means that whoever will play the Phillies in the World Series will be playing yet another game (or two) before they do.

[Heh.]

Quote du jour:

"Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread."

Alexander Pope (1688 - 1744) English poet

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