My cat is sick and is leaving slick trails of spit-up ooze for me to follow like the dotted-line paths that track the topsy-turvy travels of Little Billy from Family Circus. Apparently she visits corners of the apartment that not even the architect was privy to. She is also quite artful in the way she arranges the product of her kecking to not only blend in with the pattern of the area rugs but to enhance the original design.
I would be impressed with the level of her skill, but I’m too busy trying to avoid adding to her work as I clean up the medium with which she creates it. Someone, please, get meowtta here!