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Well, it was a very exciting holiday in Parisian cat-land (the 15h of August is a national holiday in France as in much of Europe).
At about 1 this afternoon (or "13 hour" as they say in France), Nasdaq, the fat one, starting letting out a rather large moan on the back patio. Now, Nasdaq usually does this to get attention, and the kittie doctor told Chris and Joelle to ignore it, lest Nasdaq learn to moan at all hours of the day and night just to get attention. But this time, Sushi, the grey one, knew something was up. Sushi immediately abandoned his now new-traditional post, sleeping between my legs (see photo above), and ran outside to be with Nasdaq. I looked over and started watching because Sushi had his "ready to pounce on Nasdaq simply to be a dick" look. See photo below for Sushi in a pre-pounce moment, looking all innocent while Nasdaq, rather foolishly, cleans him.
Now, before we continue on with our story, you might ask, why does Nasdaq insist on cleaning Sushi, knowing full well that sooner or later Sushi will lift the proverbial football and out of the blue, with no provocation whatsoever, take a full-throttled swipe at Nasdaq's unsuspecting face? Because Nasdaq lives under the delightfully naive but adorable delusion that Sushi will stop attacking her if she just licks his ass one more time. Sound like any political party we know?
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Soon I realized something else was up entirely. Nasdaq was munching on something. Lest we have a repeat of the infamous "pigeon" incident, I got up to see what was going on. And yes, our little Nasdaq, all 16 pounds of her, had captured a moth and was dutifully chomping down. The moan/squeak was, I think, Nasdaq's way of letting us know she'd caught her prey. It was all a rather disgusting, yet oddly somewhat proud, moment in my ongoing duties as cat-au-pair.
A quick update since last we discussed "les chats." Sushi has now moved pretty much full time on to the couch behind me, where he now sits between my legs, a lot, and Nasdaq has bravely moved more and more my suitcase, which was Sushi territory before, but now that Sushi has become my own personal stalker, Nasdaq thinks she's being brave taking over the suitcase (and in many ways, she is brave, or naive, because Sushi McCain will strike again).
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NB Any similarities between Sushi and Nasdaq and any persons, living or dead, fictional or real, Democrat or Republican, are simply coincidence. Really. Read More......