feline envy

Today besides almost slicing off my finger (I'm distracted, apparently) and watching it bleed for hours til Ari finally fixed it with Batman band-aids, I got caught in a typical Albuquerque snowstorm... you know, the kind where the whole city (including UNM and the Sunport) closes down and everyone forgets how to drive. I do have a new appreciation for those of you who read this blahg who actually commute to far-away places, maybe even to a different state (which is so cool). It took me 3 hours to do this drive round trip, just to pick up the 9 year-olds. Insane.

While I was at Ari's before the winter wonderland began, I was watching her cat, Lolita, do all kinds of crazy things, and I decided I would rather be a cat. So, here are the top ten reasons I'd rather be a cat:

10. I could laze around on top of a carpeted shelf all day and meow at people when they walk by and purr when they pet me and swat them when they don't

9. I could sleep 23 hours a day and not be preoccupied with other things

8. I wouldn't be afraid of mice

7. Shaving and waxing wouldn't be an option

6. This cough that I have would actually be producing fur balls instead of nothing but pain and the need to do mad Kegel's

5. If people didn't like me I could hiss at them and bite them and stalk them around the neighborhood

4. I'd always land on my feet

3. Sleeping between anyone's legs would be acceptable

2. I wouldn't be making 1000 cranes, I'd be hunting them down and destroying them

1. It is so obvious yet so wrong to type in the blog, so use your imagination here, ok?