in the end . . .

i wound up doing two interviews. one for another paper and one for the local news. the paper went well. i could make eye contact and the reporter was smiling and encouraging. looking into the lens of a camera is unnerving. i started to sweat and when am nervous, i started to speak quickly, which is not that good in a language one is just learning. and i did not watch it.

program was crazy good and met lots of peeps and imbibed prea mult.

on returning home, i return to a somewhat frantic and manic kitty, which is not that unusual. i go in the kitchen and i see these huge chunks of things all in ziggy's bowl and on the floor. i look more closely and realize that baby kitty ran out of food. now i left plenty, but i also realized, upon seeing her again, some added heft to the formerly slender kitty's frame. i think she spent most of the past few weeks comfort eating and gaining weight.

and those chunks in her bowl? well someone looked around and found some dehydrated stuff and put it in her bowl. sadly, it was my food - dehydrated textured vegetable protein. me thinks ziggy was not enamored with the food selection so she took matters into her own paws. i found feathers all over the house and i dont own feather pillows. from the amount of feathers in evidence, am pretty sure that the bird did not make it out alive.

but i ask myself, living on the 3rd floor - how did ziggy, hungry kitty get the bird?