Going to places like Ikea, Zone, or Varia is always a risk for me. My current set of furniture is rather uneclectic, understandably so, since I plan on investing in much better pieces once I have a permanent residence. Of course, finding such a place may take as long as a decade, so I may be stuck with my cheap furniture for a while. I was considering the purchase of a luxury computer chair, but being unemployed makes me rather frugal. Walking into Zone is like walking into a brushed aluminum and glass paradise. I usually get tempted to tell the salesperson to pack up a room of silvery pieces and ship it to my apartment. Every time I walk by Nick’s room, I become tempted to redecorate my own, seeing as how he has a matching futon, dresser, computer desk, and chair. My room lacks personality, although the lighting is now at a state that I can be comfortable.

I bought Dolores another toy, consisting of a sisal cylinder with a spring-loaded, bell-attached fuzzy ball. The cylinder doubles as a container for catnip, and for only a couple dollars, was a decent find. I also bought a small bag of wet cat food in gravy as a treat. After smelling this gourmet food, I’m now determined that all cat food has the same unique “cat food smell”, the way garbage has the universal “garbage smell”, whether someone throws out the last bites of his filet mignon or the moldy remains of her KD.

As Trolley has most aptly noticed, Dolly is now developing a gut, and her once lithe figure is accompanied by a soft belly of sorts. As can be seen in these before and after photos, the gut protrudes most distinctly from the neutral sitting position, and now covers up the hind legs.