bad kitty

Sunday morning is my favourite time of the week. I like to sleep until it feels natural to get up, and then I like to clean and make breakfast. This morning, I decided to make breakfast first. Good thing.My breakfast consisted of some 12 grain bread with cherry jam and a cup of peppermint tea. I read the paper - two articles of interest: the World Food Program is running out of food for 3.5 million Kenyans because they only received 1/10 of their required budget this year, and Bush visited India for the first time this week presumably to seal the US-India military coalition (which must give some pause to China) - and had a talk with my father about how best to house and help the homeless (we think it might be a good idea for those on welfare to have to do community service of some sort, but we hadn't worked out the details). Then I practiced piano for a little while and had a couple good ideas about that, and decided to get cracking on my work for the day after checking my email and whatnot.

What did I discover my precious baby-girl had been up to while I was ignoring her? Well, she had eaten four flowers off my houseplant and thrown them up on my yoga mat. Also, she had used her litter box, but had trouble with her bum, and had scooted her bum along the ground in order to get the rest of the poop out, which means I found poop smears all over my floor, my jute floor mat, and my yoga mat! And there she was, sitting pretty waiting for me to discover all of this.

So it's a good thing I waited to clean my floors until after breakfast.

my kitty is bad. so bad. just when I was starting to think her snoring was cute.