Saturday, March 25, 2006

Trust is

putting my face right in your paws, nose-to-nose, and knowing you won't swipe at my unblinking eyes with your untrimmed and very very lethel claws.

Either that, or its some daredevil-denial streak I've got going on.

Cat typically has three different looks.

1. Sleepy
2. Disdain
3. Stoned out

But today, she contemplated the meaning of life, staring out of the window and into the sky for an awfully long time. Must be post-bath traumatic stress. Finding God after a crisis! Or something like that.