Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Waking last night from my cough riddled sleep, I stumbled out of my bedroom towards the bathroom.
As I looked to my left, I see La Chatte staring, transfixed, at the television.
I pay this no mind as I am intent on getting to the bathroom to swig more cough syrup.
As I exit the bathroom, I stare at the cat - who is not even looking in my direction - so fixated is she on absorbing the images she views.
I croak: "Whatcha watching?" to Terrance.
"Grindhouse - and the cat hasn't moved since it came on."
I go back to bed, vaguely worried about La Chatte's unique interest in "Death Proof", as I suspect she really is planning to bump us off.
Other cats? Watch squirrels or birds. Mine? Grindhouse.
Posted by Dawn at 11:27 AM