An Open Letter to my Cat,
Thank you for the coughed-up hairball on the stairs this
morning. You provided me with some early-morning aerobic exercise
as I reacted in horror to the cold squishy sensation on the bottom of my right
foot.
Your surprise woke me up like no caffeine could possibly do. I had
figured on stumbling around blindly for an hour since I only got four hours’
sleep last night, but oh no! Your generous gift brought me immediate alertness!
You in your kitty wisdom knew I would have wasted literally
minutes of valuable early morning time sitting in a semi-comatose state in
front of the laptop, reading emails. Instead, I got to apply problem-solving
skills such as how to hobble to the kitchen on one foot and a heel. And in all
fairness, the stairs needed wiped down anyway.
We do need to talk about this whole
missing-the-litter-box thing. I’d much rather scoop than sweep, if you know
what I mean. But I’m willing to turn a blind eye to whatever’s happening behind
the entertainment center, until next spring.
Sincerely,
Ginger
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