Friday, March 12, 2010

Worship At the Altar of Cuteness

This morning, as I took a magnetic clip off of the refrigerator and carried it upstairs in my mouth, I was struck by how unbelievably cute I am. I mulled it over as I batted the plastic clip back and forth across the hardwood floors. It is astounding how adorable I am. I mean, for being a natural born killing machine, equipped with very sharp teeth and retractable claws, it's truly amazing.

Evan and Sudha were watching a Bollywood movie a couple of days ago, and they just couldn't get enough of me. I like to sit on their laps, but I don't exert myself enough to climb on. I wander over and sprawl on the floor in front of them, looking tired. Then, they will pick me up and put me on their laps, when the worshiping at the alter of my cuteness begins!

Sudha and Evan are preparing to move. The best part about this is that the place is filled with bags and boxes. Just last night, I chewed on one box, then jumped into and took a nap in the other. On Tuesday they came home with these amazing paper bags! I stuck my head into all of them. After they were emptied, I climbed into one of them and began chasing my tail.

Last night, they were watching "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?" and Evan put me on Sudha's lap. I was perched on the end of the recliner, but all throughout the movie, something was moving underneath the blanket. I took it upon myself to kill whatever it was. I didn't want it to interrupt the lovely scratching I expected.

I spent a few minutes cleaning the kitchen floor yesterday evening as well. It was quite dirty. But even more important, there was quite a bit of grated cheese that had fallen to the floor while Evan and Sudha were putting dinner together. I was, needless to say, very delicious.

It's getting lighter earlier in the day now. There is a lot more movement outdoors than there was a month ago. I have spent hours and hours over the last couple of days just sitting by the balcony door and staring outside. It's beautiful out there this time of year.

It's time for another day of napping and destruction, my furry brothers and sisters.

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