This will not be a religious posting (despite the title), but should you feel I'm being blasphemous by using scripture to describe the below picture, I apologize in advance....
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, in a far away land (Dallas), on a rainy day...(okay, enough prepositions), we adopted a little alley-cat. He was a sweetie from the get go; he probably knew how lucky he was to have found us. Did we name him "Lucky"? NO- we'd already had one Lucky cat (who, ironically was not really all that Lucky). I digress.
So this little fellow made it into our home, and he was nameless for a bit. But, little Kitty was born with only two gears. Slow. And Freakin' Fast.
So one day, little Kitty was tearing through the home in Freakin' Fast mode... and hit the kitchen floor. He could not stop. There was no time.
CRASH!!!
It was done; the food bowl was obliterated, and our kitty was then properly named, Zipper.
Why do I spin this long yarn???? Good question. As you scroll down, you will see, that perhaps a little bit of Zipper lives on in our dear Calpurnia. Who hit the kitchen floor at top speed...
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The wine bottles on the bottom row did not stand a chance. It did take a full roll of paper towels to clean up 750 ml of red wine (no great loss, cheapo stuff left over from the wedding- yes, that's right, OUR wedding- and that stuff really hasn't gotten any better with age). I love how I got Woogie lickin' his chops in the pic; I had to stop him 6x from lapping up the vino. Oh dear, the fun we have when Daddy's at the golf course. He's not going to believe this one...
