the Mad Catter

[aimspage]

Sometime last week, Birdie found a dirty wash rag in the kitchen, stuck it in a corner, and played with it daily. She was very protective of this rag. Sometimes she would lay on top of it, or roll around and bat at it. At one point I smelled it in an attempt to determine what was so special. It just smelled a little mildew-y to me, like all the other dirty kitchen towels.

This morning I woke up early to go to the laundry mat, and grabbed the rag on my way out. I just got home, and I have a very sad-looking cat sitting on the kitchen rug, where her best-friend-dirty-wash-rag used to be.

I guess I am a mean cat mommy.