Monday, July 05, 2010

A Desultory Hiss

I spent a nice day on the home office couch, bathing and undisturbed.  Late in the evening, I ventured upstairs for food, water, toilet and meds.  The Orange Outrage was on a chair in the dining room.  I didn't even notice him at first, and when I did, I gave him a desultory hiss. He didn't bother to return my greeting. Standoffish.
 My mistress calmed me, as always, and I decided to watch the fireworks from the Esplanade in Boston rather than create some fireworks of my own.  A lazy day makes a lazy cat.  Meditation is good.
What does this mean?  Have I accepted the Interloper?  My mistress, who knows me well, remarked that there could be "setbacks," and "don't everyone get their hopes up."  Whatever can she mean?
Everyone went to bed and the orange outrage disappeared into his chambers in the guest room.  I continued my snooze.  Let's see what the morrow brings.  

Thisbe, who has somewhat calmed herself.  The picture is not of me, but of the dessert my mistress made.  Everyone ooohed and awwed. It didn't even smell like catnip or fancy feast or Atkins for Kitties.


Jennifer said...

Would you by chance be willing to share this recipe? I used to have the recipe, but it was thrown out by mistake.
This is a spectacular dessert. I remember the oohs and aahs I would get.
Thank you

Grapeshot/Odette said...

Check the latest blog entry. The dessert is there! It's a real keeper.

Grapeshot/Odette said...

Sure! It always gets raves and is a great summer dessert. Easy, too.

Grapeshot/Odette said...

What's all this business with the dessert? Whose blog is this, anyhow? I like Meow Mix and I ask for it by name. I also like moist food and my brush and to "loll on the bed like a sultan." Yup. That's me, the handsome orange fellow who has to put up with the hysterical tortoise. The Terrible Tortoise.