  last night kitty was supposed to have a slumber party with her lesbian lover-cat, sita, the point being to keep her indoors while my shindig was in progress. when i went to collect her, we turned becca's apartment upside down but she was nowhere in sight, and sita was saying nothing. i walked back out to check the street and she came running up to me more bug-eyed than usual. she had jumped from a second story window to have a little clinton hill adventure. now everyone knows there is nothing a cat loves more than a nice relaxing bubble bath. so as punishment, kitty got one. if you think she looks small dry you should see her wet. urlLink here she is , ravenous after a long night on the prowl.
and urlLink here she is after i administered a little tough love. it always hurts me more than it hurts her to do urlLink this , but kitty's going to learn that roaming the streets of brooklyn is not cool with mommy. that's my thrill-seeking baby, i wonder who she learned that from... she smells pretty. 
