Sam Sees A Cat

Watching television, sitting on the couch with us and cats. These three things the dog loves intersected the other night. We were rampaging through several episodes of Six Feet Under, having missed it entirely in its HBO run. As an aside, Nate and Brenda have precisely the same impact on me as Jack and Kate in our other TV junket, Lost. Whiny and annoying, they sow chaos whenever they turn up together. (Brenda and her brother Billy, on the other hand, are way beyond annoying, deep into creepy.) Anyway, thinking of the four of them I sometimes wish for a television, time-travel, and scientific first -- sychronized spontaneous combustion.

So Sam is snuggled between us on the couch when for one of the few times in the series an animal appears. He leaps off the couch to follow the cat. And as it moves from the left of the screen to the right, Sam walks alongside, trying to make friends, and when it moves off screen, Sam continues on the path, still friendly, and moving his head all around, looking for where that cat could have turned and hidden.