Sunday, May 28, 2006

there's a cat in my cupboard. No, really. I reached in to get a towel. And then I slightly recoiled. No cats are usually in there. My bathroom is a fairly cat-less area. It's not that I don't like the cats. I love them. Especially the two cats I share a home with. I make "psspsspsspss" noises and wiggle my fingers, and they pretend they don't want to eat my soul. It's a great relationship, so I am not at all opposed to them. It's just that they usually don't venture out past the carpet line. So, when I reached in to get a towel and saw this...



well, you can see why I'd be unnerved. At least pass me the Advil, Jelly.