Psycho Cat

Rossini, my cat, the one in the picture next to my user name, is driving me nuts.He keeps running into the room, biting my leg (lightly) and running away. Then he cries and tries to run up the walls. It was funny - ONCE - but he has been at it all night. I tried playing with him, but he won't settle down. I'm going to turn him into a hat or a pair of gloves if he doesn't knock it off.Work has been tough. Lots to do before my workshop next week. (Something just crashed in the living room - gee, I wonder who did it?) I need some time off, but it will have to wait. Trying to make plans to spend my 40th birthday this year in Las Vegas with a bunch of friends. It's the most logical choice for location, cost and things to do. We're going to rent a few condos, through various time shares, so that nobody has to pay for accommodations. I may still spend a night or two in elaborate casino/hotel.Going to see Cirque de Soleil next Sunday. I like the creepy atmosphere they often create - I hope this show is a good one. Should buy DVD Dralion - that's my favorite. Their live shows are EXPENSIVE. We're talking upper crusty carnies here. I wouldn't pay this much to see the bearded lady, the dog boy and the snake girl perform No Exit. Yeah, I know - that was over my head, too.This Sunday I'm taking my Mom to the cemetery. It's been over three years since my Dad took his life. Over time, it doesn't seem bother you as much or as often, but it never goes away. Sometimes I dream about him and I'm usually sad the whole day. I hate it when a dream makes you wake up upset.Oh well, sometimes these things remind me to enjoy life and to live it to the fullest while I can. Like Ringo said "Tomorrow Never Knows".