We interrupt your boring weekend with this piece of news:

The Israel Air Force has significantly upgraded the level of its cooperation with the United States Air Force and now receives regular updates on American procurement decisions, The Jerusalem Post has learned.

An agreement on the cooperation was reached at meetings last month between head of IAF Procurement and Equipment Brig.-Gen. Dr. Kobi Bortman and senior USAF officers in Washington and Dayton, Ohio.

Now, I wonder why the USAF and IAF would be “significantly” upgrading their cooperation. Hm. Let’s think.

LONDON, June 23 (IranMania) - Iran has produced more than 220 pounds of enriched uranium, the country’s Interior Minister Mostafa Pourmohammadi was quoted as saying about the process that can make fuel for civilian energy or fissile material for a bomb, The Associated Press (AP) reported.

The semiofficial ISNA news agency carried comments by Mostafa Pourmohammadi, the interior minister, who said that Iran now has 3,000 hooked-up centrifuges actively enriching uranium.

Add this to news that the USAF and IAF ran some pretty recent training together, and it makes you go “Hmmmm.”

An Israeli military spokeswoman said the exercise was “part of a multi-year working plan involving joint flights for the purpose of mutual learning” and would be held annually.

Hmmmm.

I have no desire to annoy myself or my readers with all of the usual news to annoy. Instead, I present to you: Fresh Gracie pictures. She is happy, happy, happy, and she proves that by rolling on the patio, thus giving our readers a chance to compare-and-contrast her belly now with that of Frankenkitty Gracie.

On the same day, we have a picture of Tigger with no legs. This is known in the cat world as “Meatloaf” position, and I point out that Tig as meatloaf would likely feed a family of eight. The slight blurriness is due to my having to take the picture through the glass door, because most of the time, when I open the door to get a clear shot, Tig moves out of his position to ask “Are you gonna pet me? Pet me? Huh? Pet me?”

That look on his face, however, is his “I am content, happy, and I love you” look.

Happy, contented kitties. One of them is currently yowling for attention as I write this. (That would be Gracie, waiting impatiently in her tissue-paper nest for me to come over and pay homage.)

It is going to be a lazy Saturday for me. I worked hard this week.