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June 17, 2009
I suppose I cannot fault Shana for not knowing exactly how I take my tea. Alas, I did not tell her I prefer it dark, in a sturdy mug, so I had no business giving her any guff when it appeared on my desk lightened by milk, in a delicate cup, a tiny almond biscotti perched on the accompanying saucer. This is apparently the way cats take their tea, and by presenting it to me in this fashion, she was saying, "I accept you as one of my own."

I am ashamed for baring my claws. And for the hiss.