I'll have you know right now that I'm no hoarder. I don't 'collect' animals, or much in the way of anything for that matter, because I like maneuverability (is that a word?... anyway, it is now) and a certain amount of mobility. That is slowly beginning to change. My days as the perma-guest in other people's homes are being replaced by my days as a puttering homebody in my OWN home (it may be a rental, but it's still a home, dammit!).
She's clearly guilty of something. It's those penitential stripes, that's how I can tell. And see how she's lying around as though it were not only the most enjoyable use of her time, but obviously the ONLY use of her time? Like lying around is a pursuit, a honed skill even, and she is vying to become the Zen Master of Lying Around. This is virtually all she does, all the time. I stare at her a lot, seeing if I can make her nervous. Sometimes I poke her, just to make sure she's still breathing... Then again, in our house she's got some pretty stiff competition.
Anyway, the Zen Master does not motivate me to get up and git goin' so much as she motivates me to just lie back down and take a load off. Life's rough. Why not spend as much of it as you can on your back? And rolling leisurely over onto your side, changing position just often enough to ward off bed sores? Obligations? Bah! It's nap time, guys!
Anyway, world, that is my cat and this is the influence she has over my life. If you don't see me for the next 10+ years, it's because I'm hoarding animals in a warehouse down by the river. We spend glorious fat hours lolling from side to side between meals and sleeping away our cares. Cares? What cares? It's nap time! Again!
I blame this all on my cat, Desi.
She's clearly guilty of something. It's those penitential stripes, that's how I can tell. And see how she's lying around as though it were not only the most enjoyable use of her time, but obviously the ONLY use of her time? Like lying around is a pursuit, a honed skill even, and she is vying to become the Zen Master of Lying Around. This is virtually all she does, all the time. I stare at her a lot, seeing if I can make her nervous. Sometimes I poke her, just to make sure she's still breathing... Then again, in our house she's got some pretty stiff competition.
Anyway, the Zen Master does not motivate me to get up and git goin' so much as she motivates me to just lie back down and take a load off. Life's rough. Why not spend as much of it as you can on your back? And rolling leisurely over onto your side, changing position just often enough to ward off bed sores? Obligations? Bah! It's nap time, guys!
Anyway, world, that is my cat and this is the influence she has over my life. If you don't see me for the next 10+ years, it's because I'm hoarding animals in a warehouse down by the river. We spend glorious fat hours lolling from side to side between meals and sleeping away our cares. Cares? What cares? It's nap time! Again!
...It's only creepy if you don't like cats...
...cute, cute, sleepy kitty cats, whose only expectation is that you feed them and pet them and love them and leave your inheritance to them, so later, when they take over the world, they have a fat little nest egg upon which to sleep between those exhausting sacrificial rituals in the name of Cheezburger. Cheezburger is an angry god...
But seriously, it is nice to have a cat. Despite society's obsession with my spinsterhood and it's correlation with cat ownership, not having a cat would be lonely, sad, and full of disappointingly sleepless nap times.
Three cheers for our furry friends! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrzzzzzz...
taking the time to dig out beneath my pile of snoozing, purring cats (yes, I am a hoarder-although it is their fault . they control me) well, anyway was worth the effort and their suffering to read your delightful blog. Betsy
ReplyDeleteThanks, Betsy! I'm sure the cats will forgive you your brief escape. I'm sending petting vibes to all the Spirit Ranch felines.
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