Sunday, August 23, 2009
Day 105 - Shredded
Cats...what amazing creatures. In the grand scheme of things, what purpose do they serve? They won't stop any burglar, they won't wake you if your house is on fire, and they wouldn't give two squirts if Timmy fell in a well. They shed, shred, puke and pee on everything. And yet, despite being forced to pan through dirty sand for their excrement, we keep them in our homes. We treat them like royalty. Buy them toys, give them all the attention they beg for. All they have to do is eat, sleep, poop, and look cute and we're sold.
Today's bottle is filled with shredded paper. On the label a cat is basking in the sun, as cats do so well. The rug on which the feline rests appears to be either A) covered in cat hair, B) clawed, torn-up, shredded, etc. or C) all of the above. The shredded paper is in memorial of all the furniture, carpeting, upholstery, curtains, clothing, and other cat-scratch victims subject to the terrifying talons of a ferocious feline.
P.S. - Hard to have a post dedicated to cats without an homage to my own...
Oliver, a.k.a. "Ollie"
Oscar, a.k.a. "Oscar Meyer"
Oswald, a.k.a. "Ozzy", a.k.a. "Trouble-Maker"