We have an indoor kitty, whom I'll call Leroy. At least once a day, Leroy inexplicably attempts to escape the air-conditioned, cat-food-stocked comfort of our lovely home. Occasionally, he succeeds. But instead of running for the hills, he always makes a beeline for the tall grass by the tomato patch. (Which reminds me, can I interest anyone in a couple of tons of fresh homegrown tomatoes? We are looking at a record harvest.) We'll find him there hours later, happily munching grass.
The Roc looooves Leroy. Which is the only explanation I can come up with for what happened today.
The Roc and I are outside, playing in the backyard. The Roc apparently tires of walking on his feet, bends over, plants his hands on the grass, and starts walking on all fours.
"What are you doing, sugarplum?"
"I KITTY!" he shouts.
What a little genius The Roc is, I think to myself. I wonder if he's old enough to take an IQ test. And so agile, too. And so--wait a second! Is my child eating grass?!?
He's still propped up on his hands and feet, but his face is buried in the grass. I run over and pick him up. Sure enough, there are tiny blades of grass all over his mouth, and--ick--inside his mouth, stuck to his little teeth.
"No, no, honey! Don't eat the grass! It will make you--"
The Roc barfs all over me.
The Roc looooves Leroy. Which is the only explanation I can come up with for what happened today.
The Roc and I are outside, playing in the backyard. The Roc apparently tires of walking on his feet, bends over, plants his hands on the grass, and starts walking on all fours.
"What are you doing, sugarplum?"
"I KITTY!" he shouts.
What a little genius The Roc is, I think to myself. I wonder if he's old enough to take an IQ test. And so agile, too. And so--wait a second! Is my child eating grass?!?
He's still propped up on his hands and feet, but his face is buried in the grass. I run over and pick him up. Sure enough, there are tiny blades of grass all over his mouth, and--ick--inside his mouth, stuck to his little teeth.
"No, no, honey! Don't eat the grass! It will make you--"
The Roc barfs all over me.
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