Proof that my cat really *is* 'my cat'.

I really don't have the brain this morning to make this funny, so I'll make it brief and you can use your imagination from there.

This morning, Foot chased some kibble under the stove.
Foot tried to get the kibble out from under the stove.
Foot got one little claw stuck on the under-ledge of said stove and could not get free.
I had to calm her down (after figuring out she was stuck and not just still chasing the kibble), and then try to get her loose, all the time imagining having to call emergency services to help me get my cat loose, because her paw was stuck despite any angle I tried moving her paw forward on.

Fortunately, opening the pot drawer solved the problem.
Also fortunately, I did not laugh at my cat. Until now. Because that's the kind of goober thing I'd do.

:)

Ponderings

So is it weird, unhealthy, healthy, or 'what' if you're thinking about things like dating, and yet are hesitant about it, and questioning the wisdom of doing so?

Also, I've had a cough and 'flavored' yuck come up from said cough (yes, yes, TMI) since I woke up this morning. I think I'm getting a summer cold.

Suck.