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If you are a fan of Jim Carrey like I am, I hope you didn't miss Liar, Liar at

Edmond Town Hall last week. It was definitely right up there with Carrey's

best, almost as good as Dumb and Dumber .

In Liar, Liar , Carrey unveiled a new, more appealing side to his usually

frenetic and warped character, something for us Carrey aficionados to savor.

Not that I don't still love his previous characters The Riddler and Ace

Ventura, but The Cable Guy was so tasteless it put me off my Friskies for a

week. I needed to be re-enthused about my favorite comic guy.

So, Saturday night I decided to see if Liar, Liar could, in my feline

estimation, redeem his outrageously good reputation.

With catlike stealth, I blended into the crowd that was milling around in the

lobby before the 7 pm show. I entered the theater unnoticed at the heels of a

large group of children heading for the front row, so I didn't have to sit in

the back of the balcony, as usual. That was a treat. And they were scattering

popcorn left and right, so it turned out I didn't have to miss dinner.

Watching the plot unfold, we were enthralled.

Imagine the Master of Mime and Mayhem playing a charming but compulsively

lying lawyer who makes his living in court and avoids his parental

responsibilities at home by telling the most impossible lies. When Carrey's

5-year-old son, Zack, makes a special birthday wish that his Dad would not be

able to lie for the next 24 hours, the fun begins.

I won't give away what happens because some of you might not have seen the

movie yet, but there was a moment at Edmond Town Hall Saturday night that

really made my whiskers curl.

It happened during the scene where Jim Carrey is running flat out through an

airport, trying to intercept a departing airplane that is carrying his son. He

yells at the top of his lungs over and over again, "I love my son!"

That really got the audience going. All the kids I was sitting with cheered

wildly and clapped.

If you were looking to check out the political action in Newtown last Thursday

night, you should have been at the Democratic caucus in the sauna-like middle

school auditorium. More than 300 party members packed inside to get in on the

action. Fellow Democrats who hadn't seen each other in years bumped into each

other. One man saw an old friend and told him he thought he had moved out of

town.

If you were looking to stay away from the crowds and didn't feel like

sweating, the Republican caucus was taking place at the same time in the

air-conditioned Alexandria Room at Edmond Town Hall. Candidates were running

unopposed for the most part, so few people came out.

I was looking forward to the Newtown Tennis Association's get-together

scheduled for last Sunday afternoon, but it was canceled due to lack of

interest. Where have all the local tennis players gone?

On July 25, the flag at Edmond Town Hall will fly in honor of Elizabeth Seibel

of Lynchburg, Va. Miss Siebel, who is celebrating her 100th birthday, is the

great-aunt of Legislative Council member Karen Blawie.

Speaking of town hall, a lot of heads turned last week when staff who arrived

at 8 am noticed that someone had tampered with the movie marquee out front

during the night, rearranging the white lettering to spell out a pornographic

message. Embarrassed town hall employees quickly had the words removed. It

must have taken some time and a ladder - or at least a strong pair of

shoulders - to accomplish the dirty trick so it's surprising that no one

noticed the culprit(s).

Bob Tendler was spotted in Main Moon this week, eating dinner all alone. He

and Debi vacationed at a cottage on the Connecticut coast and she decided to

stay on with the kids, so there he was, looking forlorn and packing up a

doggie bag to take home.

Jim Crouch says he nearly had a heart attack during last week's storm when he

tried to rush over to town hall to lend a hand in the emergency dispatch

center. It seems his daughter, Pallma, 3, had hidden his shoes and couldn't

remember where she put them. Jim says he almost wound up going barefoot, but

after a 10-minute search, enlisting the help of everyone in the family, he

finally found them.

Dave and Maryellen Harris do a lot of fishing at Taunton Lake. But they

weren't fishing on Tuesday. Instead, Dave was busy repairing the boat. It

seems that the last time he had the boat out, it hit a rock and sprung a leak.

When the Newtown Senior Center put up a notice a few weeks ago for its Beach

Bingo Party, no one was sure what to expect. Well, on Wednesday afternoon

about 35 people turned up for the party. There were silly hats galore,

including one gentleman who came out in one of those mini beach umbrella-hat

combinations, and some very creative outfits. Even Marilyn Place got into the

swing of things, sporting an old-fashioned two-piece bathing suit, complete

with frilly coverup.

Perhaps the most impressive sight of all was 93-year-old Helen Schatz. Helen

showed up at the party wearing an old-fashioned bathing suit, too, only hers

was authentic. Not only was the black bathing suit and her white cotton hair

covering a genuine outfit, it was the very same bathing suit Helen wore when

she was a 16-year-old girl.

"This is the very first bathing suit I ever bought," Ms Helen purred to this

cat.

Two weeks ago Steve Adams, who edits the Newtown Rotary Club's newsletter, The

Flagpole Beacon , suggested to readers that they put out mothballs to repel

deer. But in the latest issue Steve was forced to eat his words. Steve now

says he should have told his readers to use buckshot. It seems the deer ate

his wife's rose garden despite the mothball treatment.

This ol' cat got a little nervous a few weeks ago when I noticed Christina

Maturi's car sitting outside her Newtown Florist shop with a big For Sale sign

in the window. I was afraid I was going to lose one of my favorite places to

sleep. There's nothing like a warm car hood to take a snooze on late in the

afternoon, when the sun goes down but the metal is still warm, you know.

Well I'm happy once again, because now Christina is driving around in a great

new car. If you see someone waving at you from a white Isuzu Trooper sometime

soon and you don't recognize the driver right away, chances are it just might

be Christina. And if you see it in the parking lot at the flower shop, it's

probably me you'll see napping on the hood. I'll be resting up and counting

mice (we cats count mice instead of sheep to get to sleep, you know), until

next week, when it's time for you to...

Read me again.