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[d_aulnoy]

This morning I got up, and I went about my daily routine.  Fed and watered the cat, who wound anxiously around my ankles the whole time.  Took a shower, suffered the indignity of the cat's post-cleansing attentions (she seems quite concerned by the fact that I voluntarily immerse myself in water, and is determined to do her part to return me to my normal state, i.e., to scent-mark me into submission).  Went to weigh myself ... but, no, nope, that was not to be.  For as I hovered with one foot on solid ground and one above the scale, I detected a certain ... odor ...

Yep.  The cat vomited on my scale.  I'm sure that this is some kind of an act of feline anarchy, a statement on our weight-conscious, eating-disorder-ridden, diet-obsessed society.  I am equally certain that if I were to make this a piece of installation art, I'd make a mint.  A cat (see vulgar double entendres) vomiting onto a scale?  Performance artistes of the world, eat your collective heart out.

Okay, back to work.

Comments

[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

*snerk*

It's also a terrific excuse to keep from weighing yourself.

[honeychurch.livejournal.com]

sorry you had to clean it up, but I must sympathize with the cat.