I was doing my laundry this morning, listening to some great techno MP3's that were sent to me by my good friend Jon Taylor. One of my cats, Filemu, was at the door and wanted to come in. She was panting heavily which could only mean one thing. She was eating the fucking grass.

This was a first for her. Usually it's Makelani who's the prime offender, but he's, well, not so bright. I had more faith in Filemu.

Within a few minutes of her return to the house, she was spewing her guts all over my floor. Lovely. And guess who gets to clean that shit up? It ain't the maid.