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November 04, 2007
Polly and Scooter.
Catblogging is one of this medium's lowest forms of expression, but we just returned from seeing American Gangster. It's an epic, you see. This means that by the time we parked the car and got inside, I had only a few minutes to come up with something pithy for today's entry.
I'm giving myself a break here, as this month is about establishing good habits. Quantity, not quality.
Scooter, my wife's cat, is an affectionate creature who's not at all afraid to demand attention. I had an important call to make last week, so I'll admit to scattering some catnip in a sunbeam in the hopes that she'd be too knackered to be noisy. As the photo attests, mission accomplished.
Polly -- my cat -- is far more reserved. She plays her cards pretty close to the vest, but she lets her guard down when there's a pile of fresh laundry warm from the dryer.
Posted by Your Protagonist at November 4, 2007 11:48 PM