My Cat… the Flying Squirrel
Three of our best friends came to stay with us for the weekend to help celebrate Emily’s birthday. Along with them came a baby and 2 chihuahuas… Our cats were feeling slightly displaced due to this. But lately i’ve granted them unfettered acccess to the upstairs balcony so i figured i’d leave the door open so they could wander in and out and everyone would be happy.
Not so… Early on Sunday morning Rudy decided to bail on our little party. Our apartments don’t allow cats to wander around the premises (even though several do anyway) so i checked out the balcony situation thorougly and deduced that there was no way for them to get down from there… Rudy disagreed. I awoke to him yowling like a baby outside and when i came down to investigate, he was standing there by the front door with loads of sap stuck between his toes. Apparently he launched off the balcony, right into the little fir tree or whatever that is outside our neighbor’s front door.
Not sure if he’ll try this shit again but he seemed shaken up enough by it… i didn’t ban him from the balcony after that and he hasn’t jumped again yet… so we’ll see i guess.
My Cat is Driving Me to Drink
If you are a designer… try to avoid using a portfolio with fabric-bound covers….
there is nothing quite so silly as taking a lint brush to your portfolio every time you have to share it with a prospective client….
and just to drive the point home, while typing this, my cat decided to sit right on top of the damn thing
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