I’m here in the media/TV room. Eostre is on the cat climber thing and Charlie is wandering about. I hear Charlie clawing/banging on the closet door. Because I’ve had several glasses of wine, I wonder if she’s somehow, miraculously, managed to open the closet door, go inside, and close it behind her. So I get up, startle her onto the sofa, and (because I’ve have several glasses of wine), open the door to prove to myself that there’s nothing inside (no ghosts of dead people, no new cats, nothing scary like that). As I open the door, Eostre looks over, startled and fascinated.

“It’s okay,” I say aloud. “Yes! It’s a new door! It’s the doorway into Narnia.”

I close the door. “No, it’s really not the doorway to Narnia,” I say. “It’s just a closet. There’s nothing in it, okay?”

I say it because I feel guilty that I just lied to a cat.

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Speaking of skanky…

We made the fatal mistake of closing our fridge whilst it was in storage. In the three weeks or so, Things grew in it. Scary, Living Things. My afternoon was spent in the backyard with repeated buckets of bleach water.

My lesson today was, my fridge needed cleaning anyway. It was time.