Selina's Commentaries (acknowledging Julius Caesar)
Friends, Romans, fellow kitty bloggers! I feared that I had plateaued. Recently, I discovered that, as a meaningful sparring partner, poor Pink Bed had rather lost his charms for me. I still lay in him, on him, across him, daily asserting my dominance over his carnation-hued fuzziness and all that ... but, as far as any type of meaningful challenge to my fighting prowess, I was rapidly finding him to be SERIOUSLY lacking. I mean, it's like Rocky Balboa taking on ... oh, I don't know ... a three-year old little girl, or a piece of wet spaghetti ... No, to constantly improve her training, a girl must continue to challenge herself. MomKatt's running & working out have taught me that since I've been here and, like her, I've discovered I'm really not happy when I've bested something only to discover that there seems to be nothing on the horizon more challenging to move up to. Until recently ... Last night, I took on Feisal's old bed...