October 18, 2014
Shana Shornstein is dashing across the floor in pursuit of a soft, sort of "plush" toy that looks like a large fortune cookie inside of which is the most wonderful fortune of coveted catnip. I am equal parts highly amused and highly relieved. Relieved that her plaything this time is an acceptable item of an inanimate variety and not the other kind that has me shrieking "Eek!" like an aproned housewife in a comic strip (or, worse, "Ack!" as in "Cathy") and scrambling to lift my feet up off the floor so they won't be tickled by six tiny ones.