So there I was.  Sitting on the couch.  Isak was reading in bed.  Anja was reading in bed.  B was watching TV in bed.  I was watching a very nice episode of Oprah, where her guest was the author of Eat, Pray, Love.  I’m really enjoying the silence, and Ms. Gilbert is talking about meditating in India and I’m really into this idea of meditating, silently, in India.

And then a giant crash. A very giant crash.  A very big giant crash.

Warily, I called, “Aaaaaanja?” and heard back from her room, “Yeeeeahhh?”

“Iiiiiisak?”  “Yeeeeeaaahhhhh?”

So I checked out the kitchen, and mysteriously, a cabinet in the kitchen is wide open and our Euro jar is shattered, with money scattered all over the counter and floor, glass everywhere.  And laying very inconspicuously in the hallway is a little black kitty, playing it very calm but totally giving himself away with his ears glued flat against his head.

This little turd of a cat jumped up and opened the cabinet, pulled out the bag of dried fish, and managed to pull the jar of Euro change as he dragged it out from the back.

And as soon as I started clearing the floor, he came back, yelling at me to pleeeease give him some fish, pleeeease, because how can you say no to this face?