Work is boring, so I like to bring a sampling of my CD's with me to have something to pass the time (other than reading magazines and comics, e-mailing friends, and *shudder* actually working.) So before I head out the door, I can be found examining the cd rack making the days choices. It's a big rack, and if I want something at the bottom, I have to crouch. Sabrina reads this as an invitation to play, and is quickly over, rubbing against my hands, standing on her back legs trying to swat at me. Lately she's started trying to grab CD's, too. I'm not sure if she's offering suggestions or what. If she is, she only seems to like stuff in the P-Z categories. Since my favorites are more at the top, she probably thinks I have bad taste.

A couple of nights ago, as I was trying to sleep, I heard a strange noise. Flipping on the light to see what they were up to, there was Sabrina, furiously digging through a box of old cassette tapes. Now most of these were bought in my younger days, and I was afraid she would have some scathing commentary about my collection. Not to worry. After making some space, she simply curled up in the box and went to sleep.

Now I'm wondering what kind of loud parties they're having when I'm away at work, and why Felix seems to know how to use a remote control.

Copyright © Lord Nemesis
September 7, 2001