I don't often find myself at a church on a Sunday night, but I headed over to St. Paul's Chapel for a screening of Girl Walk // All Day, the feel-good movie of the year. To summarise, it's the story of a people dancing through the streets of NYC for a day. You can't watch it and not dance.

Check out photos from the event here (look for me in all-black): www.flickr.com/photos/girlwalkallday/sets/72157629100655847/

The backstory for this photo is quite endearing, actually. You see, Prudence is still in her first year and thus is always hungry. Not to be the villain, but I try to limit her meals to actual mealtimes, and not let her snack away all day. Recently, I spotted her on top of the fridge, poking around for food. She jumped first on the table, then onto the microwave, and then onto the fridge. You see, that's where I had been storing the dry food which I give her as a treat.

Once she figured out that the stand-up pouch contained the food, she tried to open it the only way she knew how — gnawing at the edges, and otherwise trying it puncture it endlessly. I had no choice by to move the bag to an ever higher location, the top of the cabinet.

For a while, she was deterred. The cabinets are too high to ascend in a single leap, and jumping first onto the sink wouldn't allow enough of an angle, plus it's still quite a jump in itself. But a few hours later, I hear a rustling sound and sure enough, there she is atop the cabinets, gnawing away at the bag once again.

I took the food and tucked it inside the cabinet, where she definitely can't get to it, and watched to see if she'd get down on her own. Nope, stuck. Although she managed to make the impressive jump from the sink to the top of the cabinet, she perceived the landing too tricky to be attempted.

Lucky I was even home, otherwise she might have stayed up there all day. Got the step-stool and the ordeal was over soon enough.

It makes perfect sense for one who loves both cats and yoga — a group of which I do consider myself a member. The problem with this calendar is that is seems the cats are very oddly posed, as if they are mannequins. Maybe the images are very carefully Photoshopped. I'd hate to think it's taxidermy.

In any event, cats are cute.

Spotted in Staples in Jersey City.

Prudence likes to jump on my desk and poke her face in my biz. Mainly, she does this when she's hungry, which is pretty much all the time. Somehow, I got her to look at the camera and remain still enough to snap this shot.

Mrow.

I use whatever's around. I mean, tell me wrapping paper isn't the biggest waste of money — it's only going to be ripped to shreds anyway.

Because it's proper English, basically. You don't often see full sentences for something as straightforward as what days a shop is closed (in this case, Sunday). Usually, you'd simply see "Closed Sunday", but those cheeky Chinese sweat the details.