Yesterday, I locked us out of our apartment. I'm big enough to admit it. I take full responsibility. I tried to call our landlord to let us in, but she was out of town. She suggested I try the old credit card before calling a locksmith.

Well, this cat is cool, because I jimmied that lock and to my surprise, it swung right open.

I was immensely proud of myself and wanted to do it again, but nobody else thought that was a very good idea.

Anyway, I got to be cool for a minute, then I realized how very easy it would be to break into our apartment, so now I'm a little paranoid. A cool paranoid, though.

But, in all, it was fun. However, I now have this little urge to try breaking into something else. That can't be good. I'll have to reign that in, or you may be reading about my exploits in the Recently Arrested section in the paper.