It's pet week here at The Collective, and originally I planned to tell you a story about how my cat is trying to kill me. But then I thought, "What if she's not trying to kill me and she reads the post and it gives her some ideas?" And then I thought, "Don't be ridiculous, Heather Anne. Of course she's trying to kill you." But then I ran out of time to write about it, and maybe I won't wake up tomorrow. Who can say, really?
I guess more than anything, this is a cry for help.
Nala Jane Hogan. Calico. 12 pounds. Turn this photo over to the police if you never hear from me again.