Friday Cat Blogging: Toss Off the Training Wheels Edition

Can you believe it? Siobhan, who picks up the trash around here, sometimes including me, is so busy having her own life she's not fixing up PIC photos. How rude!



For one of those December holidays, Daddy and Darla gave me a lamb pelt. Daria later stared at it and said, "It's a black sheep." For those of you in the cheap seats: that's symbolic.

Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul, loves this thing. It smells like an animal. It feels like wool. It's draped over the zebra-striped futon I seldom sit on. I kind of wait quietly until he prod-prod-prod-prod-prod-prods, circles and settles on the furry thing. Then I race over and take his picture with the disposable camera. I'm sure it'll look totally natural. Coming to a Poor Impulse Control post soon: photos of a black cat on a black lambskin on a black website. A challenge to common sense, if there ever was one.