The morning started off swell… I didn’t get up until 9:30. What else could you ask for? Perhaps 10:30? I digress. Since I woke I’ve been chasing down my son trying to discourage his most recent habit, cat burglary. He has taken to sneaking around the house with one of his miniature fold-up chairs, unfolding it in strategic positions to gain access to various forbidden zones around the house. It appears he’s even learned he can quietly close a door to a crack to mask his activities. Through trial and error he’s no doubt learned that there’s no surer way to bring his parent’s attention than a door mysteriously snapping closed – almost as sure as hearing little hands quietly riffle through a forbidden drawer.