On Saturday, we got a new kitten. It’s a super-cute gray little fuzzball originally named “Brooke” by the San Jose Animal Care Center where we adopted it. Adrienne and I haven’t decided what it should be named yet, but we’re leaning towards “Widget”, after the plastic bit that makes Guinness in a can so tasty.

Apparently, my Jeep is a petty thief magnet. Last night, someone went through my glove box and such again, once again finding nothing to steal, and moving on. I’m tempted to start locking it, but might that make the thief break it, thinking there’s something worth stealing in it?

So, when I left for work this morning, I went to get into my car, and something was amiss: The contents of my glove compartment and console were distributed on the seats, and the remote for the gates was in my driver’s seat.

Someone went through my car in the night, and finding nothing to steal, moved on. Ah, it’s nice to have nothing worth stealing in your car. :)