Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Speechless
I’m here with my $758 kitty, who was in the kitty hospital for 2 days with a blocked urethra. He’s standing in front of the keyboard, as usual, so I have to look around his cat body as I type.
There must be something wrong with me. I’ll spend that much on a cat who blocks my computer screen and pushes my keyboard buttons at all the wrong times, but I won’t spend that much on myself.
How can I say no to this face?
That’s not the only problem. I have laryngitis. Yes, the woman who can’t stop talking presently can’t talk. In fact, it hurts to talk. There’s this lump at the bottom of my neck that feels like it’s exploding when I try to form words.
Will I spend a $10 co-pay to visit my doctor? No. They’ll have me go through the “contagious” entrance. I already have enough germs, I don’t need to add more to my collection.
I’m not in the mood to write too much; migraines tend to suck the soul out of a person.
What am I worried about? My cat doesn’t want to eat or drink enough. You’d think I’d be more concerned that he was able to turn down the ring tone on my phone just by using it as a pillow, or save and close a file with his feet before I can stop him.
Thank you, my SIL and friend, for cooking tuna steak and sea bass so that he’ll eat and drink something with moisture in it. Do you know how he wants his tuna steak? Served chilled. Yes–he wants the water cold when he laps it up.
He likes his tuna steaken but not stirred.
Maybe he was James Bond in another life.