30 January 2006
The other day, I came by a little white cat mucking her way across the muddy road that runs by my apartment. She was wearing a rhinestone-studded collar. She couldn’t have weighed more than 6 pounds - I think the collar must’ve weighed 2. But she looked like she was born to bear it.
Picking her way daintily through the sludge, she looked like she was wearing four muddy little boots. With each step, she shook her tiny paws with such prissy annoyance, that I couldn’t help laughing out loud at the site of her. And when I did, she stopped mid-step for maybe a second. But then continued with her trek without even looking back at me…and I could swear she stiffened her back.