Spot's watching me write this entry. She's wondering why I'm writing about stupid dogs instead of the miracle which is Spot.
The feline auditory system is tremendous in its capacity. Last night I couldn't find Spot and became worried about her good health. Food is always the best way to get her attention so I waddled into the kitchen, got some kibble into a ziplock bag and vigorously shook it! Most likely Spot was buried under my bed. My bedroom isn't the quietest place in the apartment since I had winamp playing full blast and the fan was droning away to cool my body. Somehow, despite the din, she heard me and came running into the kitchen to see what was going on and what her houseape was going to feed her!
Yet I couldn't get enough of their company and after a while I started to feel like I belonged with them. I used to feel like this with Jaybird and maribou, feeling like skanky white trash that didn't graduate from college, but that's been over with for quite some time.
