Friday Cat Blogging: the Low Spark Edition

Some folks want diamonds. Some want money, power or sex with rubbery girls resembling Britney Spears. But I am not like all the others. In my heart of hearts, I wanted a composter. Yesterday, it arrived.

The Sun-Mar 200, reseplendant in our dining room, and about the size of an Oscar the Grouch trash can. From the manual - don't worry, I didn't read it, no one in my family can read a manual, but if I had, it would've said:

The Sun-Mar 200 is a continuous composter with a 6 bushel (50 gallon) capacity. It's excellent for composting kitchen scraps and garden trimmings.

The AutoFlow® system allows material to continuously "flow" or move through a special double-drum setup. Heavier material settles to the bottom. Lighter, decomposed material finds its way to the top and eventually enters the inner drum.

Using the flow system, finished composed is "forced" out when you open the port and rotate. Dispensing compost is simple!

These devices are so popular it's fairly standard to order one and have to call up the vendor and tell them you paid for it, could they actually ship it, please? They wanted a three-week window, but no way! Mama's gotta compost! By the way, after all this fuss, the FedEx delivery guy said, "That's a composter? And you had to sign for it?" Because it's not any composter. It's my composter, and I wanted it bad. But don't worry, you. Though I love the composter, it's not serious between us. How could it be, when I am loved by beautiful cats?

I'm the torso in the middle. Pete jumped up to take this picture when Drusy, right, sat down on the blanket and Topaz, left, settled next to me. Topaz loves us with a gooey, starstruck teenybopper love that seldom includes getting close enough for autographs, so her lying down between Pete and me was quite a surprise. Drusy, meanwhile, is lying on a blanket pinched between my toes, which sounds like a strain but isn't because Drusy practically levitates. Then the kittenpile watched TV in the dark.

Topaz and Drusy do not like the composter. They want me to be happy at home.

I am happy at home.