All cats love boxes.
this is one of the greatest things I have ever seen.
I AM JAGUAR. I AM IN THIS BOX. I CAN DEVOUR YOU. WHERE ARE YOUR FRESHLY LAUNDERED CLOTHES? I MUST LAY UPON THEM
Praise the Lord(s). The Lord(s) are Hungry/Sleepy/Laying On The Things.
Cats can enter into REM sleep at rapid rates. This is fast, compared to humans. They slide in between REM and alpha wave, with only as much as fine minutes per cycle at a time.
They can nap deeply and quickly, entering sleep and returning to sleep at a pace I’d pay for. I’d pay anything to do this.
Anything at all.
Audra is throwing herself a birthday party. But, there is a pretty big accident on I-64 and there is a delay.
We are waiting. We are also watching Bones. Missy the old and cute dog is half-asleep watching with us. Kinsey the fat and smart cat is occupying space on the couch.
I am also Googling the Mothman. I love the reading about the Mothman.
It is going to be a yoga party. Sarah the Awesome Anusara Yoga Teacher is coming (eventually) and doing a special birthday class. There is a lot pink around the house. There is however a severe lack of Mothmen.
We are ONE.
And this is another Cat Lesson on How To Be Enlightened.
I am hired.
I’m not quite sure about any non-disclosure things (or if one exists), so the name of the place will in the Void for now.
It does team-building. It does high-rope and climbing. It does instruction and group-confidence. It is pretty awesome.
The interview was an hour long and incredibly informal. I mean, I dressed nice - light grey polo and navy blue-khakis - but with my boot-shoe Keens in case I had to prove a Thing and scale something. The facilitators working there were wearing boots too, but they were also wearing shorts. So it goes.
Tonight, I ate a bit of a Whole Foods mini-peach pie to celebrate. Then I spent ten minutes teaching myself how to tie a Figure Eight-Knot on a Bight. Then I spent another ten using it to play with Jack [note: Jack is a cat, so this is cool].
Last minute as always, finishing my entry for the Machine of Death 2. The story will be entitled Go Ask Your Grandmother.
This has been brought to you by Santa Cruz Organic’s Peach Lemonade and my cat Jack, who is staring at things all around the room right in front of me for some reason.
This is Shilah and she is why I must close my laptop when I go out.
This is a short sample of her written masterpiece (as per copy & paste):
She is the half-blind and will groom you if she likes you or if your hands or arms are dirty. She is also, clearly, brilliant.