What Wilford Brimley & Cat Fancy Have In Common

Having four days off of work is leading to all sorts of interesting discoveries.  For one, I have learned about a breed of cat that I never knew previously existed.  I attribute this to being subjected to a show on Animal Planet called “Cats 101″ (and by subjected, I mean that I am not in absolute control and dominion of the remote control at this juncture in the evening), wherein they are interviewing a lady who has dubbed herself “Kitty Cassandra” and paints cats called “Exotics” (which look like Wilford Brimley, but with four legs and fine fur.)  I then looked up Exotic cats on the Internet, and happened upon the Cat Fanciers’ Association (which I shall heretofore name the Association of People Who Have Given Up On Getting Laid EVER).  These are clearly the people who appreciate the kitty centerfold in the middle of “Cat Fancy” magazine (which I personally feel should include an “interests” section – “Hello there, my name is Anna Karenina and I enjoy laser pointers and catnip.  Dislikes:  hairballs and large-breed dogs.  I’m looking for a tom who’s not afraid to show his playful side, cuddle, and lick the hairballs off of me so I can keep a nice clean trachea.  My favorite charity is “Spay One to Know One.”)

For another, I have learned that it takes me only two days to epically fail at updating this blog every day for 30 days.  However, having received both an Amazon Kindle (the bestest gift EVER!) and Rock Band for Christmas, I would consider the fact that I am writing a blog at all to show a considerable amount of dedication and resolve.  (Or it might indicate that I played so much Rock Band that I got a blister on my right ring finger and had to pack in my drum sticks for the night.)

Speaking of which, I haven’t petted my Kindle in the last few hours…I wouldn’t want it to feel lonely, so lonely. . .