A client gave me dog toys for Christmas. Nobody told my cat Goon they’re not for cats.
Lately I’ve been feeling a little grumpy. Well, maybe a lot grumpy. Working an awful lot, not enough money, the usual. I abandoned my NaNoWriMo project because it kept trying to reflect reality.
So this morning I was saying goodbye to my cats. Tasha blinked at me and gave me the cat look that says, “Whatever.” Goon, on the other hand, purred and gave me a wide-eyed happy look.
Right as I was thinking how nice it is to have a sweet, loving kitty, he pounced.
Solid smack, both sides of my head. (No claws.) Totally cracked me up.
I’m not sure what that means, but it seems like a comment on life in general. Maybe I should learn from my kitten and give stress a double-handed smack upside the head.