Tuesday, August 18, 2009

6 o'clock this morning I woke up with a crier's headache and eyes that were nearly swollen shut. Stumbled down the hall and squinted out the window and there he sat. Pretty as a furry picture. No signs of distress. Purring like a tricked out Chevelle. I snatched him up and kissed all over him and John opened the bedroom door and we both broke into dry sobs because our tear ducts have turned into dust.

John wonders if there's a record for the most number of infarctions within a 36 hour period. Between us we've had at least 11.

2 comments:

dusty said...

something similar happened to us when we lived in charlotte. an idiot friend left my fatty (the only cat of nine that loves me) out on the balcony of our apartment over night. the next morning i was livid. especially since the balcony is on the second floor. we must have searched for hours before going to the office to report a missing cat. and there she was in the manager's office. someone turned her in and the manager was gonna take her home. i have never been so happy in my life.

Emerson Merrick said...

yay! what good news!

Once my senile, old dog ran away and i was a wreck. Turns out he was picked up by the police within 20 minutes and got to ride around in a police car that was grand marshalling our town's Halloween parade. He was happy as a clam!