I've noticed a trend in the spam emails I receive. The subject line reads something like, "Saw you in church, loved what I saw."

Well, then why'd they wait 7 or 8 years to tell me? :)

In the middle of the night, I heard Maggie hacking up a furball. So I tossed her off the bed and fell back asleep. This morning I got dressed and looked around on the floor, wondering where the furball was but didn't see one. I guessed she'd swallowed it back down, or tossed it up in the hallway or something. Until I put on my boots.

Maggie had cleverly hacked up her soggy furball into my boot, then contrived to slide it into the toe so I couldn't see it (and I did glance into them, since they were on the side of the bed where I'd thrown her off). She was probably somewhere snickering, "Bitch... shove me off the bed...I'll get you."