Then it occurred to me that I could buy Roux one of those animal collars that have cameras on them. Life from Roux's perspective. Riveting. And obviously had all the makings of Reality-Show glory. Love (the touching relationship between Roux and her Meow Mix). Drama (where WILL Roux nap today?) and Adventure (imagine a scene in which Roux's tiny paws are venturing into the unchartered territory that is my dresser, making their way to the apex and opening up my underwear drawer, tossing the contents like a salad).
However, it seems that Roux has beat me to the punch and is already forging her own career. My days as a stage mom are over. But once I somehow prove that this is, indeed, my cat in this video, I better get my cut.