This morning, as I was feverishly gathering my things together for work and trying my best to not be so damn late, I noticed Siah on the living room floor, attacking something. She was rolling around, sniffing it, mushing her face against it, and then rolling around on it again.
"Cat, what the hell are you doing?"
"Meow." (Or maybe she said "plow.")
I moved her soft little paws to reveal her target: a used test strip. It was her enemy and she was having her way with it.
Running late but never too late to snap a picture, I caught her mid-roll. Stupid Sausage Cat and her test strip fetish.
February 26, 2008
Six Until Me.