My Cardboard Balcony

A Ham Sandwich by Belinda Roddie and this little piggy went IN MAH BELL-AY!

My calico cat looked more like a puddle of fluff as it lay on the floor in between the couch and the television. Its glossy green eyes seemed to be glued to the screen, its head tilted as Maury Povich decided that the more redneck-esque guy of the bunch was the father. As I sat down and reached for the remote, a small, plaintive yowl could be heard as my thumb strayed toward the channel button. "What?" I asked my cat. "You want to watch trash?"