Are You Lookin' At Me?

Okay, I know I posted this picture of Ziggy several months ago, but it's one of my favorites. The look on his face is classic. He looks so pissed off.

"Are you lookin' at me? You want a piece of this?" Heh.

I don't know what Ziggy got into yesterday, but the fur on his back was all matted and weird last night. And then -- then -- we couldn't find his brush. This is all very strange. He's never had this problem with his fur before, and the brush has been kept in the same place for the past 9 years (in the drawer of the end table beside the sofa). It seems like a weird coincidence that the brush disappeared right when we needed it most.

So I am headed out at lunchtime to find a new brush and probably some cat shampoo. It's been at least 2 years since I last gave him a bath in the kitchen sink, but I'm betting we can still remember how it goes...

It's a rainy, cool day in New England. The leaves are fading from summer green, and everything's soaking wet.