Good morning to you, TOO!
I had planned on a snoozy morning. Nothing too bad, sleep til aboot 7:30.
Not like I had anything REALLY pressing to do. Some metal milling, a wee bit of plastic fabrication. Other than that. A pretty quiet morning, and an afternoon spent at the house in town.(minor repairs don'cha'kno)
So I lay in bed, peering out from the bed covers, comtemplating my day and navel.
WHAM! A flash of cream and brown fur runs up the nightstand, the wall and down my side of the bed. "Son uv'a..." it does a 180 and comes right back at me. Past me, up the wall, and down the nightstand....
KITTEH RACETRACK SHENANIGANS!
Knowing this is only lap one of the Kitteh 500. I steele myself for what must be done. I hear the galloping go into the hall, through the kitchen, then dining area, round the frontroom and come back down the hall. I grab the area rug on myside of the bed, and wait....
As the racers come round the corner into the bedroom, I give the area rug a mighty flick of the wrist. The first contestant in the race applies the brakes, but is too slow. They take the force of the carpet squarely to the face! The second and third contestants each get facefulls of kitteh butt.
MAJOR pileup! (you'd think they'd never heard of one body lenght for every ten MPH... ) So the race got called on account of heinous actions by the resident "Ceiling Kat". No one has "talked" to me all morning. Not even asking to be fed. Cept' the dog. I sip my coffee and dip my cookies in relative peace. I wait...for I know they plot their revenge...
We all enter this world in the same way: naked; screaming; soaked in blood.
But if you live your life right, that kind of thing doesn't have to stop there." Dana Gould