I had a really well-written, I would even say elegant, account of this event. But as I'm now completely frustrated from losing it, I'll just tell you what happened. I shook the catfood dispenser and 5 bits of food came out in the shape of our favorite constallation Cassiopeia.

It seriously was eloquant writing wherein you got to know a little more about our kitty Lu and how the universe reveals itself in funny ways. There was even some suspense in there since I didn't tell you what happened until after a drawn out sequence detailing how I came home, greeted the wife and cats, toyed with a hungry and begging Lu, jostled the food dish, saw the shape, inquisitively cocked my head, scooped up Lu so she wouldn't eat it, grabbed my camera with Lu in the other arm, got laughed at by Sarah, snapped the photo, let Lulu have at it, made some connections to swirls in coffee and patterns in old oak trees and the universe, and commented about how I'm not very religious and that this was my Jesus in the toast, and then was punished for being a complete heathen and the entry was sacked in the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Toast.

See? This is why I'm putting a stop to nearly all freelance work. I'll be adding some sort of save progress or auto-save feature to my website so Murphy and his damn law never strike a well-written entry again.

Hey, that was pretty therapeutic. I think I'll go watch some TV.