You buried me right where I belonged and still I'm waiting there

[sovay]

How I have been doing this long weekend is not very well, in ways generically and specifically disheartening, but it has interested me to discover that while I have to do it by hand with pencil and paper, as if it's muscle memory rather than mental recall, I can still scan classical Greek sufficient to fake a Homeric epithet for our Hestia, slayer of towels: μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ τέκνου Ἥρας μακτροφόνοιο. (She sang to us earlier this evening of her triumph over the roll we were still using.) The attentive reader may note that I am relying heavily on both Attic and epic correption and an eighth-century audience would think I didn't know my theogony, but it makes me feel better.

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[asakiyume]

As I said to spatch on Twitter, where he posted a wonderful short video clip illustrating her murderous rage, she was obviously saying, "If you must use paper towels, at least let me kill them for you first!"

[swan_tower]

Heeee -- link? I don't know what his Twitter handle is.

[asakiyume]

It's very adorable.

[sovay]

"If you must use paper towels, at least let me kill them for you first!"

So thoughtful!

[asakiyume]

She Cares About You. (But humor aside--what a sweetie!)

[sovay]

(But humor aside--what a sweetie!

She does care. She is a Good Cat.