This is not a cat.

This is a weird post, I know. But the uncatlike nature of my "cat" has been striking lately and I wanted to point it out to remind myself that even though I go along in life expecting certain things to turn out certain ways, I should always appreciate the ironies and inconsistencies as interesting (annoying or bizarre) parts of life.

For instance, my "cat" is named, Rocket. She is not fast, she is not stealthy and she does not obtain thrust by the reaction to the ejection of fast moving exhaust, as the term would technically imply. As it turns out, she is slow, clumsy and unable to perform even the most rudimentary of cat-like behaviors, such as jumping onto the couch. For godssake, she doesn't even meow. She has been hoarse since kittenhood, which is one of the reasons I brought her home, since the sound of a meowing cat prompts me to throw things. And despite all of her adorable furriness, this cat is not cuddly. She has this temptingly fuzzy white halo of a belly and it is off limits. Do not cuddle this frothing she-beast as you are likely to lose a limb.

So I wrote all of that to show you this. Because really, I took this funny picture and wanted to share it.

Can you see the gleam of the devil's spirit in her eye? Ah yes, there it is.

So, as I go through my day today, I'll try to appreciate the way the moments unfold, even if not as planned, because at the end of my day I have this beast waiting for me at home and, if all else fails to be certain, I can rely on her waiting by the food bowl, teeth bared and eyes aglow with ferocious bloodlust.

Oh, and I'm also working on making two of these teddy bears for my friend who is expecting her second wee one. I also found out yesterday that another good friend of mine is pregnant, so I'll likely be taking on another baby project. Any ideas? Send them my way.