Had a BT (bacon and tomato) sandwich as the first meal of the day which, although it was eaten at 11:30 a.m., technically qualifies it as breakfast. Wal-Mart only had the little roma tomatoes instead of the beefsteak ones, and it takes over half a tomato for one sandwich — five slices or more, depending on whether you’re starting a tomato or finishing one. Had a BT on two slices of bread machine white bread. This loaf had a rather coarse texture (OK by me) and the top “foofed” — deflated –(also OK by me). Slicing it thin enough is problematic as the thin slices don’t hold together very well. It’s is very crumb prone, too. So what if I have to fold a paper towel around it to contain crumbs and hold the sandwich together? It was more than tasty enough to warrant the special treatment. Had a glass of iced tea and a container of raspberry yogurt on the side. Quite satisfactory.
Tails. The only one of the kitties who seems to be able to hold her tail completely straight up is the grey one. Is her tail actually longer in proportion to her body than is typical for cat kind, or is it that she is so slender and gracile that it just seems that way? (I love that word, “gracile.” Fits her perfectly.)
The black one doesn’t seem to be able to straighten about the last 4 inches of his tail. When he holds his tail erect, that last 4-inches flops over. He can flip it from side to side, but he doesn’t seem to be able to straighten it, so his tail is crooked like a cane or a sky hook. When he comes trotting up (with his belly flopping from side to side), that tail always reminds me of Keiko, the orca who played the title role in the film “Free Willie” because Keiko’s dorsal fin flopped over to the side instead of standing up straight.
The white cat has this luxurious feather boa tail. When he walks with it held erect, as he frequently does, it sticks up quite a ways. It tends to flop over a teeny bit at the tip, which might just be because his fur is so long, rather than something mechanical to do with his tail. However, his tail is long enough that when he walks among the furniture, about six inches of it sticks up above the arms of chairs and the tops of end tables. Now and again, I’ll look up and see this spike of white tail sliding along the furniture horizon, and invariable, in my mind’s ear, the theme to “Jaws” starts up. . . .