Fuzzy feet
I'm so not in love with today. I'm kinda having a Jonah moment today, so instead of brooding about it or even talking about it, I decided that "I got to" is the appropriate way to look at what's upsetting me.
I decided I needed to write something, but sometimes I don't feel like talking about what's in my head or on my heart.
So today you get a story about Tommy. Tommy is one of the pussycats Miss June left me stuck with. I like Tom.
But sometimes, Tommy gets himself into trouble. Last night was one of those nights. I opened up the hall closet to get the leash to take Bucket out for a walk, We do walks now that the street isn't hotter than the sun. And when I got home, I put the leash away and shut the closet door.
This morning, I woke up and noticed that Tom was nowhere to be found. Sometimes he sneaks outside, but I didn't remember him going out with the dogs. I looked all over for him before work this morning, and finally I got the idea to open the hall closet door.
And there was Tom. He made a bee-line for the box! Thankfully he didn't use the closet as the box but he spent a good amount of time in the coat closet this morning.
I thought it was funny. So that's the blog post for today.
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