Ruminations and Ramifications

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If you have a cat, you know it can be similar to having a two-year-old child around... EVERY DAY. They have minds of their own, sometimes demand constant attention, and get into EVERYTHING.

Crystal (the hitchhiking wonder-cat) has a fascination with everything that is big-people-sized. This morning, I was reading on my bed and happened to look over at the dainty calico standing on the treadmill belt. Her completely nonchalant look was punctuated by a few non-genetically inspired black marks on her face and paws. The cat (which she is affectionately referred to as) had decided to explore the underside of the treadmill belt, probably chasing a piece of dust as far as her now-blackened paw would go. I scooped her up and took her into the bathroom along with the pet bath wipes. No luck with removing the marks; the grease will have to wear off.

She's like the freckle-faced, red-headed stepchild whose chipped front tooth betrays her propensity toward misadventure.

Labels: the cat

posted by Marcian @ 9:39 AM