My cat said something remarkable today.
While I was in the basement cleaning up this enormous mess that I'd put off cleaning up for months and months, I heard some vigorous scrabbling and scratching from the basement bathroom where the litter box is kept. Then, I heard a moment or two of silence and then more scrabbling and scratching.
Birdcup, one of my cats, sauntered out into the hallway after a bit, plopped herself down, flipped one of her legs over her head, and began washing her menky cat's ass.
"So, " I called over to her, "you're just going to wash that right now, then?"
Her reply, delivered with a quick glance and a pink tongue half-extended over her anus, could be well applied, I think, to almost any mess-related situation:
"Best to get to it while it's fresh."
While I was in the basement cleaning up this enormous mess that I'd put off cleaning up for months and months, I heard some vigorous scrabbling and scratching from the basement bathroom where the litter box is kept. Then, I heard a moment or two of silence and then more scrabbling and scratching.
Birdcup, one of my cats, sauntered out into the hallway after a bit, plopped herself down, flipped one of her legs over her head, and began washing her menky cat's ass.
"So, " I called over to her, "you're just going to wash that right now, then?"
Her reply, delivered with a quick glance and a pink tongue half-extended over her anus, could be well applied, I think, to almost any mess-related situation:
"Best to get to it while it's fresh."
I think the Canadian medium-rare-burger phobia has to do with mad cow or something. Even with your burger well done, they didn't get it hot enough to kill mad cow ... and I should know.
Actually the well done thing has more to do with killing E.Coli than mad cow disease, which you only would be at risk for getting if you ate an infected cow's brain tissue (remember what happened at jack in the box a handful of years ago, thats why all our burgers are well done)
[Edited on Nov 02, 2004 11:14AM]