While I usually have my laptop to keep my skinny thighs from turning to ice, today I have Kona to keep me company. Mocha has been keeping to herself lately, what with her gigantic collar Chris had named The Satellite Dish of Love. She isn't exactly the ideal lap cat right now, or pillow friend at night when one is trying to sleep.

The reason for her being our satellite dish for the next week is because she got fixed on Monday. She was stripped of all her inner female goods; therefore, she won't be going into heat (I've seen it in action, with a cat we had when I was younger. Not pretty... for men, anyway.), or escaping the house only to come home pregnant.