I swear, I have the dumbest cats in the world in my neighborhood. Remember, if you will, that I have a Very Large Dog. This Dog does not like cats, and barks at them furiously when he sees them, and chases them given the opportunity. I do not yet know what would happen if he were to catch one, and I don't really want to know since I very much like cats. One would think that my yard has plenty of Very Large Dog smell throughout it, and any normal reasonably smart cat would stay the hell away.

Not these cats. There are three cats who wander around in the area: a pretty little orange marmalade, a fluffy black one, and a dark brown tiger. Dog has already treed the orange one twice, and I still found it underneath my truck when I came home the other day. Today when I came home the tiger was actually on my back step, and scooted into the garage when I opened the back door. Luckily for the cat the dog had already gone out the front, and so the tiger had time to escape the garage and get out of the yard. I haven't seen the black one actually in the yard, but he walks up and down the street in front of the house constantly, while Zeus has absolute conniptions barking at him. I know that the orange one belongs to my new neighbors, and I managed to catch my neighbor the other day and tell him that his cat was coming into my yard. I explained that I didn't mind the cat coming into the yard, but I was afraid that the cat was going to become a doggie treat. I'm going to feel really bad if Zeus does kill one of the cats, but sheesh! If they're so stupid as to come into this yard, maybe the cat gene pool needs to be cleaned!

Work continues to be insanely busy and intensely satisfying. I spent the morning typing up six warrants, and then spent half the afternoon trying to track down a judge to sign them. Then I got some overtime in this evening when a burglary victim (whom I had contacted earlier) called me to tell me that he was finally home, but would be leaving for two weeks in the early morning. Unfortunately he called me when I was about thirty minutes into my workout at the gym. Fortunately I had not yet gotten very sweaty. I really wanted him to identify some property to see if it was the same stuff that was taken from his house so that I could go ahead and cut warrants on the guy who'd pawned it, so I dashed home and threw on some jeans and a tshirt and headed over to the guy's house with the property. Bad news was that he said that the stuff was not his, so I'm back to square one on his case. Good news is that I'll still get paid overtime for the time it took me to go over there. [shrug] I'll probably also pull some overtime this weekend and try and get ahead on my paperwork. I'm starting to feel like I'm falling behind on some of my cases and I think I want to do more fieldwork. I'm actually not really behind; I just want to dig a little deeper on a couple of my cases that are stalled and there just hasn't been the free time to do it lately. And, since we're still pretty short-handed, the department is more than willing to pay overtime in order to clear cases. Works for me--I'd much rather work overtime than work security details. Hate working details. Hate them. Tedious and boring.

Jack is out of town for a couple of days at some District Attorney conference thingummy. Yes, Jack is an Assistant District Attorney, and in fact was the prosecutor for the shooting that I was involved in last February--which is how we met. (Dorkily romantic!)

I had grand plans of really hitting it hard in the gym while he was gone, but between one thing and another I'm barely managing to squeeze workouts in. I'm staying okay on the diet though. I am, however, getting frustrated by my complete failure to lose any bodyfat in the last few months. I had grand plans of trying again this year to compete, but if I can't get over this plateau I'm at and start finding time to do more cardio, there's no way I'll be ready. I thought that it would be easier to schedule my workouts with my new "normal" work schedule, but instead I'm finding that I just don' wanna get my ass out of the comfy bed with a warm body in it at the ungodly hour of 0530 to go and do the running that is necessary for the results I want. Bleh.

Tomorrow I find out if we can get the house we want. Keep appendages crossed.