Wednesday, March 12, 2014

feline failures to perform

The last couple of nights my insomnia has been particularly intense.  Last night, as I lay awake in the wee ours of the night, I felt irritated that no cats were keeping me company.  Usually you can rely upon having one about, but lately, no.  "There are five cats in this house," I thought, "and where are they?"  None were pulling their weight, I felt.

At some point I padded quietly to the bathroom.  As I passed Iris's room, I heard the sound of multiple cats purring.  Evidently all five cats had chosen to spurn me for Iris.

It was hard not to take this personally.  "$#*@& ingrates," I thought.

Eventually I fell asleep, only to be awakened by the insistent attentions of Coconut, our largest and neediest cat.  Coconut pushed against me until I petted him, and he walked on me, crying.  It was hard to feel excited about this, though.  Coconut was clearly thinking of breakfast.  Affection was a means to an end.  I accepted it, though, reaching down to stroke his silky fur.

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