Guiding Cats

Have you seen the Engineer's Guide to Cats?? YOU MUST SEE IT!!!
NOW!!!

In other news, Bubba has discovered a passion for spinach, and I have discovered Bubba's passion for bread. Heretofore, the carbaholism of this particular cat was only darkly eluded to by his owner. Now, it's a startling reality in the form of several missing hunks of plastic, paper, and the french bread underneath. This same cat was responsible for tearing a hole in a camping bag to get at a baggie full of condensed milk a couple of months back.

Then there was Sushi, who had a distinctly vampiric interest in pumpkin pie. We would occasionally find random fang marks in ours, if left out overnight to cool. Abbigale's preference is for paper bags, veggie-dyed ribbon, and inedible plants. In that order.

And-- did I tell you of my discovery that there is an actual life form that looks similar to clams, and whose shells can grow to weigh 50 lbs if they are not harvested first??!! HUMONGOUS GIANT CLAMS!!! RIGHT HERE IN OUR OWN COASTAL WATERS OF AMERICA!!!

Also, my clientelle continues to expand, for which I am extremely grateful. And, just in case I didn't have enough to do with my time, I've started writing out bits of my past life again (the Girlfriend's Guide, etc)... It's an interesting process, and probably more theraputic than anything else. I've even joined a group of other writers who meet fairly regularly to share their latest few pages of writing. They definitely bring much-needed perspective to my experiences. For example, they stopped me in the middle of my reading last week to ascertain whether or not I had made up the word "plebe." No. They actually call them that. And No. I have NO IDEA WHY!! But yes-- now that you point it out-- that really does sound ridiculous.

Speaking of cats and ridiculousness, I woke to an interesting and repetitious noise in my bedroom somewhere after midnight and before dawn. I finally figured out that Abbigale was rolling around on the still-plastic-encased bed pillow I had just purchased at BigLots and left on the floor by my bed; Scaper was scratching his very business-like claws on the cat-scratch-post in my bedroom, and Bubba was eating from the food dish in the corner. Loudly.

I carefully and gently escorted each of them out of the bedroom, one at a fuzzy time, so that I could get a few more hours' sleep before the sun came up. They were NOT pleased with me. But that's okay. Cats are definitely the know-it-alls of the animal kingdom.