Pretty, pretty Lola -- cat picspam

Apart from Lola herself, what I like most about this picture is that her shadow looks exactly like a horse's head



Soulful, huh? And decidedly reddish-black.

In completely different news, the penny-pinching bastards at the tennis club don't heat the balloons properly. I frankly don't care whether the machines are faulty, or the thermostats are to be blamed, or whether it's only the owners' greediness (the most likely explanation). What I do care about is my lower back, which after two hours of playing is drenched in sweat and now hurts. A lot. In spite of the heating plaster I put on last night right after the hot shower. No gym for me today, since I don't want to risk a serious injury.
I already told the guy responsible for heating the courts that I don't care if I have to pay more, I just want the temperature to be somewhere between ten and twelve degrees. Once it's below eight, the glasses start fogging up, and when it goes below five, I lose the feeling in my hands, and besides the muscles go cold, which increases the probability of injury.
Bastards.

On the plus side, there's a good chance I might get my three-hour lunch break today. Wish me luck.