Morning. I know the title is a decent song by Bryan Adams however I’m talking about cat claws. Last night Rudy was so intent on staying close to me. I was sitting in my chair after a shower watching TV and waiting for my knock out pills to kick in. Rudy was sleeping away, I had to wake him to get up. He climbed down and waited for me to return. When I came back he jumped back up in the chair and went back to sleep. I had to get up multiple times and hated waking him. After about the umpteenth time he was in a trance on the floor, I touched him to pick him up and it was kind of startling. I set him in my lap and his back claws landed right on my nuts. He sliced me open a little bit. Like I told him no good deed seems to go unpunished for me. I didn’t blame him or even yell. I knew I was cut just waited for the blood to start to surface, once it did time for some alcohol wipes and some antibiotic ointment. That was the final thing that went wrong for me yesterday.
I did get my dinner at the Mexican place. It wasn’t as good as last week, they held back on the seasoning which is what makes the meal. Still I enjoyed it and service was slightly better. The place was quiet as it was me and one other customer which was a family that had kids and they were all screamers. Yeah not exactly the best experience for me and my ears but I made it.
Glad the I elected to make the bed before I left the house and take care of some other chores. That way all I had to do was come home, feed the cats, get comfy and watch TV. It was nice. I surfed social media and watched a couple YouTube videos then back to New Amsterdam. Got up showered and came back to watch more of the show, took my pills and was all set to pass out.
It was a little after midnight before I started to feel the effects of the drugs taking a hold. I climbed into bed. Mora gave me a magic hug and it wasn’t long before it was lights out and into the night I went.
Had a horrible dream that I went back to work at a place that I left, got a crummy job. Figured out how to rob the soda machine, had crappy hours and got a job where I was cleaning up dust which I am highly allergic to. I managed to wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. Went back to bed and damn if the dream didn’t pickup where it left off. Finally my alarm clock went off. Apparently Rudy wanted to sleep on the job as well. He was on top of me but there were no biscuits that I was aware of. He probably tried but I was unresponsive. I felt hung over as I made my way out of bed and to the bathroom and kitchen.
Even heading down to start the day I felt horrible like I just wanted to go back to bed. I had the idea last night before I went to sleep to call in today but here I am. My tasks complete thus far who knows what else may crop up.
I enjoyed staring at the cats last night just watching them sleep. Mora was all sprawled out on my bed with that permanent smile of hers that seems to be tattooed on her face, just like her brother. The both smile when they sleep. They look so angelic and I just thought about how lucky I was to have them, how much joy they bring me and how they saved my life as much as I saved theirs. It was a peaceful thought that had no interruptions and it’s moments like that I wish came more often. I love them so much, despite the trouble they cause from time to time. I still want to know what happened to the ping pong ball but cats got Mora’s tongue and she ain’t talkin.
Here’s hoping Monday is a calm day that might permit a short nap. I’ve got enough sugar in my system that I know is going to wear off sooner or later.
Hope all is well in your world. Take care.
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