Keep talking about your adorable cats while I'mhere with clio, who refuses to eat the expensive hypoallergenic cat food and is still chewing her fur off and Oz, the floor pooper. sigh

I was all, "from the lesbian indie classic But I'm a Cheerleader and an early BtVS episode in which she played an invisible assassin??

And Carnivale! And Ten Inch Hero (with Jensen Ackles)!

Aw Sue. That's rough. I have zero expertise in feline psychology...if it even exists, but I feel for you.

Always a good thing.

You say this now. You wait until the sex parties start.

And even then, you might still say so.

Today, I wrote a strongly worded letter to management regarding a training class I was forced to take in which I was handed a rock and told to bond with it.

Aw, Sue's kitties. I can tell you stories of Switch attacking the bulletin board above my desk at four a.m. Many, many nights a week! And Cortez being slightly OCD and/or PTSD, and therefore a little ... strange.

And even then, you might still say so.

Well, you do know me. You guess.

Kate, I've often witnessed similar scenes, without the soundtrack. I've found Loki with his head shoved in the toebox of a size 9 platform sandal, nose peeking out. That vid is epic catness.

I was handed a rock and told to bond with it.

I suppose, as we live in a world with consequences, it wouldn't have been the best idea to tell the trainer that your rock was possessed by a demon and was tempting you with avarice, and would it be all right if you left the training to go knock over a bank, because otherwise the rock would grow wrathful and bash itself on any head it could find.

I named my rock Dignity. And then they took it, mixed it up with everyone else's rocks, and told me I'd have to go find it. I never did find Dignity It was lost forever.

Also, according to the text, I may have a toxic attitude. I explained in my letter to management that I researched the trainers, and discovered that they were probably unqualified to visit JPL on a public tour.