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Eska clearly feels like Zeus on Thursdays. It's only because she's (pseudo)Italian.

Thursdays are when I leave her out of her crate during my shower, because I will be home for most of the day (not having lesson or seminar and only having tutorial with Mrs. Hopkins at 3). The sense of freedom afforded her must also leave her with an equal sense of audacity - it is precisely (and consistently) on Thursdays, during my shower, that she gets into things she's not supposed to.

Yesterday, she chewed a corner off Dunkies' CD case. (I was kind of glad she did).

But I wonder what it is about showers (or about Thursdays) that gets her going ...

Later, in the evening, I brought her with me to Marsha's where she played - nicely! - with three year-old and significantly smaller beagle Thor. I admit: at first, I was a little concerned she might eat him or, more likely, his sister cat, Luna. She held off, but couldn't resist the temptation to chew away at and eventually swallow an entire rawhide bone from his vast collection of them.

I guess she thought that if it was okay for him to lick at her kong (which I brought to distract her while we ate), it would be fine for her to eat his snack.

Smart and vindictive.

On second thought, Eska must be Greek.