For those of you who asked about Friday Catblogging (ok, nobody actually asked, but I'm saying anyway), it will return after a summer hiatus, much like Cartalk's Puzzler. It will return with the start of school.
In the meantime, here's a little cat story to whet your appetite.
I made some jambalaya the other day. It was nothing special, just some mix, sausage, and a few heaping boatloads of Tony Chachere's spices. It was hot. I like my jambalaya spicy and delicious.
I finished the bowl and was basking in the warm, radioactive glow coming from my stomach when Jupiter came to check it out. Curious, I put the bowl on the floor. Jupiter, generally a cautious creature, is less so about food. He gave it a couple sniffs and dug in. It seemed that he liked it.
He got in about five or six licks before the Tony Chachere's must have hit him. How do I know it did? He jumped back from the bowl like someone thumped him on the nose and ran off a few feet. He kept licking his mouth and staring at me. "Et tu, Brute?" his eyes seemed to say.
I've had some jambalaya once or twice since then. I usually offer a little to Jupiter. He doesn't want any part of it.
