Thursday, August 24, 2006
Meat Cat
This morning on the way to work, I passed a calico cat who was loping casually into the butcher's, where she's The Cat. (Hopefully, she's not The Meat.)
I figured, what a lucky carnivore, getting to live in a butcher's. Chico and Ashley would be beside themselves if you let them loose in a butcher's. It would seem as if there were 100 cats swarming as they wouldn't know what to lick, chew, gobble and gorge themselves on next.
Meanwhile, the butcher's cat is probably as blase about the whole thing as a rock superstar surrounded by models. "I'm borrred, so borrred."
I figured, what a lucky carnivore, getting to live in a butcher's. Chico and Ashley would be beside themselves if you let them loose in a butcher's. It would seem as if there were 100 cats swarming as they wouldn't know what to lick, chew, gobble and gorge themselves on next.
Meanwhile, the butcher's cat is probably as blase about the whole thing as a rock superstar surrounded by models. "I'm borrred, so borrred."
