The Stars and the Cookie Jar

This was going to be a where-selkie-has-been post. No, I haven't been battling addiction. However, as I sat in front of the tv on the Big Red Couch, it came to my attention that Bast has lost part of her tooth. Bast is a hard-bitten kitty whose downward spiral began when she was found in the dumpster of Leona's Restaurant (apparently, she was not underfed). She's had many travels, as near as that vet at the Petco could tell before she practically licked him to death. Her teeth put her age at about six. But that was a year and a half ago, so wait. I don't know. Whatever. Anyway, tonight, Bast lost a tooth to her addiction. Well, about a quarter inch of tooth, anyway. Her left fang of DOOM apparently met with a knitting needle. We're seeking help for Bast's yarn problem. Until then, maybe she can date Bucky Katt. That is all.