The Petter's (or Proofer's) Progress

Yet has taken to sprawling on top of Mt. Grademore and biting me every time I reach for a paper or attempt to pet her.

Some days it's clearer than ever that I'm living in an allegory.

 The Beast of Mt. Grademore

The Beast of Mt. Grademore

Note the details of this Still-Life with Allegorical Cat.  The flame of learning sputtering in the fireplace. The half-eclipsed bottle of aspirin. The pot of tea with a bluebird hat and a subversive balaclava.  The lightbulbs in impenetrable plastic packaging. The pair of nail clippers in case the Beast gets sleepy enough to permit a desperately needed claw-blunting ambush. The feline glance that says, "Why are analyzing me allegorically when you are down to the wire with this pile of marking?".