2008-01-22 - 10:29 p.m.

Very few people understand me. The other day, I walked into the living room and saw two of the cats sitting up as high as they could. I've had Don McLean singing "Wonderful Baby" in my head for a few weeks now, so it didn't freak me out when the lyrics "Fluffy white kitties, sit on a box!" came into my head. Of course, then I got a mental image of long-haired cats floating through the air, wearing Cupid sashes and flipped on their backs to count their toes. Which, of course, they would need opposable thumbs for. And it evolved into the concept of these intriguingly hideous cats sort of jolting through clouds with dismembered thumbs pinned to their sashes. So I laughed. And then I realised that if anyone had been in the room and asked for an explanation, I would have probably answered "Wonderful kitty, eating a thumb!"

And that's why people think I'm weird.