Okay, okay...

I said I'd post every day and then THE NEXT DAY I failed to post. I'm so consistent. Today I'll post twice to make up for it. First I'll post about Snausage (aka Sasha). Let's start with a picture of her from the other day:

This is Snausage in my shower. Every morning like clockwork I get up and go straight to the bathroom. Sasha, who sleeps right next to me in her little bed on the floor wakes up, follows me in there, and waits patiently by the door to the shower. I open the shower door from my spot on the crapper (I've decided that if I'm going to write in this thing every day I'll be damned if I'm going to try to write for a more universal audience, so crapper is the word I have chosen this evening) anyway, I open the door from the crapper, and she stands up and with ever so much grace and dignity and sniffs her way into the shower with her little twitching nose and whiskers. There we remain for usually about five minutes or so; me appreciating the regularity of my bowels, Sasha sniffing around the shower, hot on the trail of my bed-head shampoo. The strangest part is that usually she starts licking the shower after a few minutes...the walls, the floor, even sometimes the little thingy that catches the water at the bottom of the door. This little weirdo has multiple water bowls that are cleaned and/or refreshed several times a day, and God only knows what kind of strange crap she's licking up from the shower...tub cleaner with teflon, shampoo, people cooties, mildew, etc but eeeeevery morning it's the same thing...she's so frigging cute, and so entirely our kind of cat. :)