the feline revenge on the dirty hippies...

this morning as i was leaving for work i ran into my landlord who was also leaving for work and offered to give me a ride in to oakland to my internship. i of course accepted, preferring a right-there-right-then air-conditioned car ride to the wait-for-who-knows-how-long-in-the-heat multi-stop bus ride.

on the drive in, wally (my landlord) told me about these two young interns who were working for his environmental firm this summer somewhere in the woods. they had just finished their internship, and he offered to have them come stay at the house where they could have a real shower and a real meal. so they took him up on the offer and stayed for two nights. one of them, a dreadlocked hippie type, whom wally described as having "a high odor tolerance and hygiene standards that differ from ours", asked wally this morning as he was getting ready to leave if he had a garbage bag for his sleeping bag. wally, knowing that this guy was not the type who would just casually discard a beloved sleeping bag, asked what had happened. apparently, gracie, wally's sixteen year old cat, had decided that a mass of dirty dreadlocks and a well-used sleeping bag would make for a good litterbox alternative and had relieved herself on both (the hair and the bag) while the guy was asleep.

now, this cat is a tiny old girl with a rickety-and-adorable meow. the mental image of her exploring her guest's wild and snaky hair and deciding that it would be a good place on which to relieve herself is fascinating, appalling, and hilarious.

it just goes to show you, kids -- regular showers really are important.