porcelain

I always pretty much knew I didn't ever want to be pregnant. One day many years ago Karen solidified that feeling when she stumbled across some article about freaky disorders and pregnant women who (due to hormone changes) suddenly crave pavement and porcelain and knock their teeth out trying to eat it. Even though I have never craved either of those things, I figured that would be the thing that would happen to me. I'd see pavement and wonder if I could ever crave it. When I'd brush my teeth and spit into the sink I'd wonder if I'd ever want to chomp on the rim of the bowl. Neither thing ever, ever, ever sounded tasty. It totally freaked me out and I always associated pregnancy with wanting to eat sidewalk. And I made sure to never get pregnant.
The other morning summer left with a forceful wind. It made our kitten very nervous when I opened the sliding glass door to let some fresh air in. She ran up stairs right away. Moments later I heard an odd clicking noise coming from the small upstairs bathroom that's mostly just a sink and toilet.
Suki was trying to EAT THE SINK. She got nervous and craved porcelain. Her tiny teeth nervously bit all the way around the rim of the sink.
I got dizzy. I also got my camera.

It just figures that I got the cat with the disorder I have been trying to avoid.

*Remember Julia Fordham's song Porcelain? I love it, still.