Cat fishing. NOT Fishing for CATfish. Fishing for CATS! (from 4/09)
Our screwball cat (redundant, I know. There's NO OTHER KIND) was rolling around on the floor, intent upon murdering a red feather, one that had fallen from one of the kids garish Indian headdress costume rigs, yesterday. I yelped in pain, as she snagged me with her needle sharp claws as I picked up the feather. Cats are astonishingly quick! Hitler was happy to have me join in her little game, far more glad than I was. I came up with an idea that promised to be extremely entertaining, and... Sign in to see full entry.