Wii and kitteh stuff

So yesterday, I didn't train, but I did the body test on the WiiFit. I was 56 (ouch). Today I haven't trained yet, although I did bowl a game while my coffee brewed. I did body test again, and I got my youngest age ever, 45, which is only 2 years off my actual age for 27 more days and then it'll be 1 year off. I'll be training later on today after I make sure that Ms. Thang and That Boy's issues are taken care of and everyone gets to work OK.

In kitteh news, before I posted the last blog, but after I had determined the subject, I discovered that one of the little darlings (shits) had damaged the cord to the sensor bar for the Wii. This is why I watched neither the Obama infomercial nor Pushing Daisies (which would have been my choice anyway) on Wednesday night. Nope, I was on my way to Best Buy to purchase a new bar so that the Wii remotes would work. Then this morning as I was getting ready to do the body test, I saw Meredith nosing around the various wires like she wanted to chew. I employed the best training technique I knew, I yelled and swatted lightly on the nose. She ran right the hell away, but came back shortly afterward (while maintaining her distance from the wires) to watch the TV while I was playing with the Wii. They're just fascinated by the Wii, they hear the sound of it turning on and they come running. It's adorable, when they're not chewing the wires.