Flying trapeze

Holy shit, I had to take a break from snarfing up my breakfast to bring you breaking news. I swear, chunks of Cat Chow (cheap, dry-ass shit -- thanks Mommy for being poor and feeding me that crap!) nearly flew outta my delicate little nose from laughing at Kadi.

Ah, Kadi.

Kadi was crouched in the kitchen doorway, her butt up in the air. She was poised to jump at me and attack me. She's been evil lately, more so than usual. I think she really wants a tomcat. (I don't know why, as they only want one thing, and then you have to take them on "Maury Povich" to prove they sired your litter, and half of those skanky pussies don't even know which tomcat planted the fertile seed of their brood. But whatever.)

In any event, Kadi was poised to pounce. But then something funny happened.

Mommy did not see Kadi when she opened up the refrigerator door to get her coffee beans. So, when she opened the fridge door -- *BAM* -- it whacked Kadi's butt and sent her flying!

Oh. My. GOD -- I was thrilled! The door hit her square on her ass, and Kadi did a flying arc through the dining room. And for that, I say:

Bag of Cat Chow: $8
Porcelain Garfield Food Dish: $10
Kadi Going Ass Over Teacups: PRICELESS!!!