Thank goodness it's Friday

So today as I was nursing a major case of brown ass pee (thanks, late-night tray of brownies), I got to thinking about my cat's own colon problem and how both of us are experiencing similar dietary woes.

So, here is a list of the two of us have in common, and what we do not. Mittens, I feel your mud-butt pain:

Cat: Likes to eat food
Me: Likes to eat food

Cat: Prefers to bathe daily.
Me: Enjoys a morning shower.

Cat: Naps in the sun.
Me: Sleeps in the dark, also till noon ;)

Cat: Takes care of business in a litter box.
Me: Takes care of business on a toilet (or behind my boss'car in the parking garage at work).

Cat: Meows incesantly while walking around the apartment.
Me: Quietly sobs while shoveling Ding-Dong's into my face as I get ready for the day.

Cat: Likes tuna.
Me: Likes tuna melts.

Cat: Afraid of dogs.
Me: Afraid of midgets (and Voldemort ;)

Cat: Plays with yarn.
Me: Knits with yarn (I'm making a sweater with a picture of Abe Linclon's head on the front. I'll be sure to post a photo when I'm done).

And, in case a certain Mr. (Mrs.?) Pinot In The John is reading this, I think you and your "roommate" talked an awful lot about bums. Perhaps too much? I know I'd be out enjoying another country in all it's glory than sitting around and discussing what to call my rear.

Anyway, let me know if you want to trade recipies or something. You seem like the kind of person who'd know of a good omlette or souffle.

I have a tasty chocolate banana-nut muffin shake concoction I'd be willing to swap.