I was looking for a photo of a woman standing on a chair screaming to go with this entry, but when I looked it up a photo of a 2 inch cockroach (next to a ruler so that's how I know) popped up and I immediately closed the window. So this entry will have to be illustration free -- I hope you don't mind.
I realize that this blog is becoming more about cockroaches than about cats which is just sad and something that needs to be remedied very soon.
Anyway, tonight the boyfriend told me that he found a cockroach on the floor of his bedroom. He lives in a gorgeous, brand new apartment in a doorman building. Now where am I supposed to run to in the middle of the night in the event of a cockroach attack??
They're organizing, I tell you. Pretty soon we'll all be standing on the top of a mall with rifles, trying to kill off as many as possible in the street below before we are completely overrun.
Women and children first.