It was the strangest thing. I was sitting on the Can Opener’s lap as she brushed me and talked softly to me. She put the stuffed cheetah under my head and I relaxed and began to purr as I listened to her.
Then, I wasn’t sure if it was real or a dream, but strange things began to go through my mind.
I envisioned my kitty cousin, Abby- laying on her cat tree, a heating pad draped over her. She looked so comfortable- and as warm as I was with the human’s robe draped around me to keep me from the morning chill.
She sure looked sleepy and content. Or was I just imagining it, because I felt myself getting sleepier?
Ducks swam lazily along a shoreline…silently tempting me. A distant bird somewhere tried to alert them as I became suddenly aware that my tummy was growling… Was that tuna I was smelling, or something more fowl?
Then the strangest thing of all popped into my mind- how did I go from ducks lazily drifting by to this bizarre scene? Must be the Lysine treats. I mean, I’ve seen some pretty weird looking humans, but none of them this weird…I think it’s time to lay off the Lysine.
Then the image that immediately woke me up!
SHEBA CAME IN TO EAT MY FOOD! WHAT A NIGHTMARE!
Was there a horrible catastrophy? No. Did someone get hurt? No. But it was still a terrible, awful, miserable Monday. Why?Because we are CATS and it was raining all day long and every time we tried to go outside and chase the squirrels that were taunting us from the tree branches, we got soaked. And cold. Very cold!
Photo by Suzanne Jutzeler (Pixels)
So since the Can Opener simply refused to serve us popcorn (or treats) while we watched the squirrels and birds taunting us, we decided to do the only thing any cat in his right mind would do… sleep!