Franny just turned 1 in November, which places her at about sixteen or seventeen months. In cat years, that actually works out to about seventeen years old. Holy smokes, that means our little girl is driving! She’s almost old enough to vote! She’s almost old enough to go to war and die for her cat country. This is so depressing. I’m just glad she’s going to an in-state college.

We’re going to be hosting Sam (another cat) for a few days for Jon and Mary. So I was thinking we should have a little cat prom for Franny. (Zoey’s too young for cat prom.) Of course, Sam is 25 in cat years. That’s kind of like me and Janelle, so I guess it’s okay. We’re going to take prom pictures. Just you wait and see.

In other news, I’m now getting anywhere between 20 and 40 spam e-mail messages a day at my work account. And it’s not like I’m signing up for services with this e-mail address—I only use it for work e-mails. So you have to wonder, where do they get these work e-mail addresses? It took me a little while to figure it out. I work in the affiliate marketing department for my company. So the people I work with are generally the get-rich-quick, make-a-fortune-from-home kind of guys. The kind of guys who would sell my e-mail address to spammers. Nothing says “I’m not satisfied with our business arrangement” like signing someone up for information about penis enlargement pills.

I just started making a list of some of the subject lines I receive in my inbox every day at work, but I couldn’t do it. They’re just so outrageously inappropriate that I couldn’t do it. Here’s a typical stream of e-mail consciousness:

• Our i-frame isn’t working!
• These posting instructions are wrong!
• Do you have a variable set aside for sub id tracking?
• I can make your penis larger!
• Anyone up for lunch?

Incidentally, if you want any designer watches or Russian brides, I can forward you a few e-mails.