Something to keep you from missing me while I’m gone
I generally leave the bathroom door cracked while I’m taking a bath, because if I don’t, Tweedledumb spends the entire time yowling outside the door.
Usually, he just sleeps on the bathmat. Whatever.
Tonight? He jumped up on the tub, looked at me, and attempted to climb on my stomach.
Did he not see the water in the tub? Did he think I really wanted a cat crawling around on my nekkid stomach?
Yowling or no, if he’s going to keep trying to join me in the tub I’m going to start shutting the door.
And on that note, I won’t be posting much for the next two or three weeks on account of having other things to do with what little computer time I’ll have.
I just figured it would be easier for some of you (*cough* Mayhem *cough*) to deal with withdrawal (heh. How I flatter myself) if I made the last post a dreaded cat post.
C’mon now. You aren’t really going to miss the cat posts. We both know that. Maybe when I come back I’ll have something intelligent to say.
Miracles can happen. The movies tell me so, and I believe everything I see on TV.