Friday, June 25, 2010
I don't know where the other cat it, but I can smell him in the living room. As long as he's not in my face, everything is just fine. As long as no one is in my face, which I am currently washing. I find that vigorous grooming relaxes me. It's what a cat does, after all, and A CAT'S GOTTA DO WHAT A CAT'S GOTTA DO. If I could paint or knit or whatever, do anything except clawing, I would put that on every wall in the house.
I'm going upstairs for a snack and to watch the Red Sox, which is something else I always do. I sit on the rug and my mistress reaches down and pets me and all is well.
Anti-anxiety meds were mentioned and I don't want no pills. Egad, my diabetes shots are bad enough. I feel like I could demolish 40 chipmunks and take on a fox. Well, maybe not.
Attila on Steroids, aka Thisbe