CAT-astrophe
Late last night, I was sitting at my computer, minding my own business (i.e., watching Season 2 of Doctor Who on Netflix) when a cat came up and rubbed itself against my leg. I think my reaction—shrieking at the top of my lungs and knocking over my chair—is completely explained by the fact that we do not have a cat. And the fact that I am a touch high-strung.
Hopefully the ensuing yells, yowls and high-speed chase through the house will teach my roommate not to leave the screen door wide open when there are inquisitive cats prowling in the neighborhood.
In other news, that same roommate made this delicious peach-and-crème-fraîche pie for our friend Denice’s birthday celebration yesterday, and when everyone had gone home there was still over half a pie left!
Which is why all I had to eat yesterday was brunch (at Pago in SLC) and pie. And more pie. Pie pie pie pie pie PIE. Which is why I feel extra-specially fantastic today, I’m sure.
