my living room floor has turned into a sacrificial altar. maybe we need to construct some kind of actual altar. but no, that would just encourage them.
not that they need any encouragement.
and by “they,” it could be Winnie, the bigger male cat who is very sweet and gentle and came in and put his face next to mine and curled up beside me this morning. but where was he for those few hours when he was gone from the bed in the middle of the night?
or it could be Honey, the smaller female who is also sweet but not so cuddly and never, ever sleeps in the bed nor even in the bedroom.
this morning, in the same spot where the kidney was two nights ago, is a pile of feathers.
at least it’s not an unspecified organ.
feathers.
i guess that means the organs and the face and the beak and all were all ingested.
what will it be next, that’s what id’ like to know. a possum tail? a deer antler? a horse head, a la “the godfather?”
now that would be something to see, one of the kitties dragging in a horse’s head. they’d have a heck of a time getting it through the doggie door. but i’m confident they’d manage it.
whichever one “they” might be.
maybe we need to install a security camera in here so we can see what goes on.
but do i really need to see it?
no.
ok, it’s odd, because i know i wrote an entry last night but it’s not here. strange. i wrote about going out to dinner with the entire cast of “danger: adult content,” the show i was in a couple of months ago. many of them thought i should be nervous about the wedding, and not because of making the cake or anything like that that i actually do worry about somewhat. their issues had more to do with marriage itself.
of course, one of them went through an unsavory divorce not that long ago, another is going through one right now, and a third seems to be teetering on the brink of getting out of the marriage. and none of them are much past thirty. they’re all kind of jaded about the whole marriage concept.
mary agreed with me that we’re older so we know what we want. and jason, who is single, seemed genuinely happy for me. so that was nice.
what happened to the entry from last night?
maybe the cats erased it after sacrificing the bird.
i must run run run now.
ok then,
friday morning grace.