Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
my day
I woke up with a benadryl hangover this morning. The floors that I mopped yesterday smell like a wet dog. Or is that my imagination? My husband didn't mention it....
The cats are all asleep; Throw Rug is on the back of the couch, facing the sun. He is thin and seeks warmth. Ditch Kitty is in his little cat-shaped bed, head up and eyes closed. He is listening to me type and hoping I will go to the couch so he can deposit some fuzz on me. The Evil One ("Little Precious") is sleeping right in the very spot he knows I would like to have, should I choose to go to the couch. It's just how he rolls. The Red-headed Stepkitty (Kitty Elder) is in another cat bed, rolled into a little ball, still feral in his dreams, and probably ready to run at any loud noise.
The TV is on just for background noise. The wall clock is ticking. I am bored. The benadryl is not out of my system and I think I will join the cats.
The cats are all asleep; Throw Rug is on the back of the couch, facing the sun. He is thin and seeks warmth. Ditch Kitty is in his little cat-shaped bed, head up and eyes closed. He is listening to me type and hoping I will go to the couch so he can deposit some fuzz on me. The Evil One ("Little Precious") is sleeping right in the very spot he knows I would like to have, should I choose to go to the couch. It's just how he rolls. The Red-headed Stepkitty (Kitty Elder) is in another cat bed, rolled into a little ball, still feral in his dreams, and probably ready to run at any loud noise.
The TV is on just for background noise. The wall clock is ticking. I am bored. The benadryl is not out of my system and I think I will join the cats.
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I think that I am too self-conscious to be a blogger. My innermost thoughts would probably interest no living human.
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