Cats are creatures of habit. My cat in particular, is not a creature of much grace- despite everything else you have heard about cats. I say this to set the scene for the recent string of morning sillies, starring our cat Raoul.
You may remember, that Raoul likes the shower. Often he ducks into the just emptied tub, and then onto the sink or back of the toilet to be near the action. Recently, he has had some serious traction issues due to soggy paws. The other day, he jumped up to the sink, only to peel out sideways and slide under the faucet. This morning he jumped onto a magazine on the back of the toilet which avalanched under his weight, catapulting him at odd angles back onto the tub, but not, notably, his feet.
To help him recover from this, I decided to toss him a Q-tip. He loves catching and absconding with Q-tips. If you chuck it into the bin, he'll lean right in to grab it out again. Of course, we recently emptied this receptical, so for the last couple days his lean has turned into a nose plant- his back feet jutting straight into the air behind him until he kicks around enough to fall all the way in or get traction to leverage himself out. Every morning he does this garbage can swan dive, leaving himself as helpless as a flipped beettle- all for a Q-tip to stash under the bathroom rug.
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News in brief: Matt's old roommate Shaoshu is coming out to visit us next weekend- plans include Eating, Drinking and Merriment. I am trying to start a Women's Career Skills discussion group- I actually have a dozen people so far who've shown some interest, so it is just a matter of nailing down a time and I think we may be in business. Matt was very happy to go to Pittsburgh's new Haufbrauhaus- a big German stlye beer hall that serves brewskys by the Liter- we hardly drank that much between the two of us, but the pretzels were quite delicious.
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