They call me Auntie Bitch

As I've mentioned here before, my supposedly cat-free bedroom holds a nearly irresistable allure for the cats in this house. Since the little fuckers gang up on me and sneak in anyway, I've just resigned myself to the fact that I will occasionally have an inquisitive little feline visitor, and my best bet is to let him or her explore a bit, and then try to escort the intruder gently out the door at my first opportunity.

Shy little Nala was being pretty insistent at my door last night, and being the total suckaaah I am for her little orange face, I invited her in. She timidly walked the border of the room, sniffing here and there, ears alert, nose and whiskers active the entire time. Eventually, she came to the closet, and like any self-respecting cat, she had to see what was inside (well, I'm not in there anymore).

I went about my business, assuming she wouldn't make any trouble while my back was turned, and harbored that assumption until I heard a little skritching sound. When I turned around, this is what I saw:



Poor Nala had gotten behind some tall boxes, and couldn't get a good enough grip to pull herself back up, and didn't have enough room to make the jump.

Now, seeing that, who wouldn't scramble to help the tiny, sweet li'l cat who just wasn't tall enough to do it herself?

You know who? The kind of bastard who would then grab her camera and take half a dozen shots before assisting, that's who.











While I did (eventually) rescue Nala, you shouldn't be surprised if you read someday that she's sucked the breath out of me in my sleep and now carries my soul, hers to torment for all eternity.

I guess that would mean it was curtains for me.



Ain't they cool? Jess made these for me, since there is some sort of plaid requirement of which I was unaware. I'm so grateful to her, because otherwise, I would have no clue as to the proper Muff Diver accessorization scheme. So much to keep track of! I sure as hell hope there are no membership fees.

She also put this groovy film on my windows, so I can shake it naked in my room all I want without causing the neighbors undue trauma.




Now nobody can see me in here being mean to the cats...