Many of you might not know: I am studying Culinary Arts. It's fun. You get to do lots of neat stuff, and eat it all up _{then get fatter little by little and when you least expect it you're 30 pounds above your ideal weight}.

Hurray

This is Oreo. My baby. She's like a puppy: she runs after me, she scratches the door to come in, she loves to jump on my bed, she nibbles at my clothing, she eats cables, she eats the garden, she hates being picked up, and she doesn't like salt licks. She hates them, actually. She prefers to lick the underparts of plant pots.

You can imagine where this is going. Guess who got to chop and portion the rabbit carcass at class today? I'm going to bunny court for this. I felt so guilty I gave Oreo bunches of basil and pleaded forgiveness. She just sniffed my wrist and nibbled on my pants leg.

Dog owners: You are lucky it's morally wrong to eat a dog. And a cat.