I tried to make a cat adoption video with Clem last night. That's right, I tried to sell the little orange cat who steals things and bites people in inappropriate places (the very one who I've now awoken to, wet nose to my nose—sharing the same pillow—TWICE now...) on the black market that is the audience of my weblog. I even made special mention to you, oh overseas readers. I don't mind stuffing the smelly mongrel in a Styrofoam box and letting him bob across the Atlantic.

Unfortunately, he and I struggled as the record began, and we moved from my lined-up frame entirely. What resulted was a bickering between pained human (tendonitis) and mischievous feline (natural state)...caught in the artsy angle of talking human chest and purring feline ears.

Then, when one knows what they are listing for, there is an interruption in the purring, in the bickering, and in the bartering. A disgusted female gasp pierces the air...and as one discerns that the first sound was obviously gnawing, a splotch of streaking orange cloaks the frame.

I would post it, naturally...but the talking human chest swore like a sailor.