Now if she'd just grow some opposable thumbs, we'd be getting somewhere

For those who haven't seen the entry in rafaela's journal:

Remember when Lucy the Short-Bus Kitty learned to play fetch with a McDonald's drinking straw? Yesterday, we were on the floor playing a game of Talent Pool, which uses large poker chips as part of the scoring. I dropped one of the chips accidently, and it took a freak bounce, rolling halfway across the living room to somewhere near the couch. Lucy, recognizing this as Time to Play, went scampering after it.

"Hey, Lucy," I called after her, "couldja bring that back over here? Thanks."

Anna snorted. "Good luck." Within five seconds, though, her jaw dropped.

Lucy nosed the chip into its edge just enough to pick it up gingerly between her jaws, and carefully toted over to where we were sitting. And dropped it back in the box where it belonged.

Yeah. I think we need to rethink the Short-Bus Kitty epithet in her case. Either that, or she just thinks she's a dog (she deals remarkably well with having her tummy rubbed). Either way, for that maneuver she was treated with much petting and "Good kitty! Good kitty!"

In other news, this is proving to not be merely a 24-hour bug. Phooey. And on laundry day, no less....

It's 10:25. Do you know where your brain is?

Sheets: Freshly washed.
Anna: Hugging freely.
Cats: Mellow.
My brain: Lights on, nobody home.
The rest of me: Succumbing to the pillows' siren song.

G'night, kids.