I was awakened Saturday evening by what felt like a gun barrel being jammed into my belly. I opened my eyes and saw my big, black cat Guenevere staring down at me. For a 10-year-old feline, she packs quite a punch.

It was 6:30 -- 90 minutes before I planned to get up, but 10 hours since I'd fed them. Fair compromise.

I think I finally found a cat food Gwen will eat. It's a new type of Meow Mix -- tuna with teensy weensy shrimp in it. Who peels those tiny shrimp? And how? I'm going to the hippy store this week to pick up a package of frozen raw cat food. Maybe while I'm there I can find something exotic for me like alligator or wildebeest. They have just about every other kind of meat there. I'm surprised they don't have panda. Or maybe I just haven't looked hard enough.

So far tonight I've written stories about an air raid on Beirut, a rocket attack on Haifa, a car bombing in Baghdad and -- oops here's a second car bombing, this time in Kirkuk. Gotta go.