Still no Tom the Cat. Todd and I are both sad, although I'm not quite ready to give up on him yet. Fingers and toes are all crossed, prayers are being sent up, etc., etc.
In other pet news, Penny the Wonder Puppy has suddenly developed a fear of the furnace. Or, maybe not a fear, but definitely a "furnace routine." The furnace comes on, she immediately gets up from her bed and walks into the dining room, where she gets a drink of water. She then comes back, stands next to her bed, and waits for the furnace to go off. THEN, she lays back down and goes to sleep. Weird.
Todd is installing a dog door as we speak, into the garage, in the hopes that Sam the Best Dog Ever will go into the garage through the door, instead of breaking out of his pen and putting himself in the garage (complete with closing the door behind him) EVERY TIME IT FREAKIN' RAINS.
For all you people who wonder why I don't have children, just re-read this post and ponder the possibilities.