who wants the cat?

I know. He's cute, isn't he? The little s.o.b.
This morning he ran out the door in hot pursuit of another cat, with me behind barefoot in my skivvies. After I finally grabbed the bad boy (thanks to a jogger coming up the road, who pointed out that "Hey, Lady. Your cat is over there..."), I found that I had locked myself out of the house. Fantastic.
We sat there for a while on the front porch, Lucky and I. Neither of us very happy. He was in my arms letting out low growly moans, and I was muttering "sonuvabitch", among other, more colorful outbursts.

Eventually I realized I could remove a screen and squish the cat back in the house through a window that was open just wide enough. Then I went about trying to dismantle the air conditioner so I could crawl in another window myself. As luck would have it, about that time Robert was walking The Dude. I caught up with him and asked him to let me in. He disappeared into his house for a while, and came out with a big envelope full of stray keys. Not one belonged to any of my doors. F@(#!!!

Robert thought Ron might still have one, so I called him from Robert's house. He did. "Do you need me to bring it to you NOW?" was his brilliant question.
Uh, YEAH! (duh?) Or maybe I should walk over in my underwear?
Fun morning.
And now, 'cause I'm a sucker, I'm the one trying to make up with the cat.
Jeez.

Pistol squats (band): 6/6, 6/6, 6/6

Pullup (bands)/kettlebell swings(12kg): 6/6, 6/6, 4/4, 4/4

Squat hops/burpees: 5/5 x5
felt incredibly weak today... between the excitement this morning and catching up all day for the missed hours at work, and having a killer migraine yesterday with no appetite, I didn't eat much of anything over the last 48 hours. makes a difference, I see.