There's a resounding silence in my head this morning.
I had live streaming broadcasts all night, but this morning there's just a faint crackle, white noise and patches of snow.
The night was restless, with Injured Cat burrowing under the blankets, taking the thin end of the wedge (foot of bed) and inserting it sneakily into the warmth of Under the Blankets with Mom. Nose Out of Joint Cat (the other one) is seriously jealous of Injured Cat's preferential treatment. He is convinced that there are supplies of fresh caviar and salmon from Scotland being flown in for Injured Cat's benefit, along with special kitty massage and dancing mice. He is banished from the bedroom and so sits on the window ledge and scowls in. Last night he ran away in great injuriousness and refused my touch. Cat cold wars.
Am I a sad old lady talking about her cats endlessly?
If you have nothing to say don't say it.
Bow to the silence.
5 comments:
Ha ha!! You're a funny lady
Hey my word verification thingy (you know the one for when you want to write a comment?) is blixum!!!! I'll say
heh heh heh! very funny and DAMN FINE WRITING TOO i'll have you know oh soul sister of mine! poor injured cat..hope he's getting better??? xxx always j
There is nothing better then cat prose! 'The smallest feline is a masterpiece' said leanardo de vinci and he was rather smart.
Drink gin, don't gym. That's mine.
Love T xxx
I'm afraid I'm still laughing about your grandad's joke about the cat's eyes...
JanetMacJanet! Welcome! I don't know which is funnier, the joke itself or the regularity with which it was told.
Tan, thanks for the encouragement - glad other people find them as good fodder as i do - when are you getting another one or is Dennis the squirrel enough company?
Janelle, thanks as always my dear. And as for you sis, all I can say is wixfd, ok
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