Since Katie and Baxter (mostly Katie) have started packing up the house into the little boxes that will take us to place where I have to pay pet rent, I have had a variety of super meow-tacular places to law about in the house. As usual, the bench is my favorite. Es-purr-cially because my paws fit so nicely through the slats.
In other news, I think I have finally found a paying gig to make my pet deposit this week. Previously, I didn't feel comfortable offering my sage advice, but a few more pages of reading and desperate times mean I've finally gotten a job. My job title, you ask? Purr-ific Meow-ademic Consultant.
My specialty, of course, is Derrida, since that's what I've spent the most time reading/napping upon (obviously learning by os-meow-sis), but I"ll be doing consulting works on all the major works in Baxter's dissertation. It's only a summer job, but it'll pay the bills for now. Thanks for all the emails of support for my predi-cat-ment.
