Ok. I've been working hard with several irons in the fire... (or maybe that, [branded & firey] was just plain how I've felt, surviving another scorcher summer sans AirConditioning - lost a little weight though, hehehe.)
You do understand me when I say I have not purposefully forgotten to tell the sorted details of the tale - I began so long ago...? Somewhere, over the rainbow, I'd started an ArtZfartZ finalie - that I won't bore you with here and now. . .
The gist of it was this: I ran into trouble on my sorrey into town. I inadvertantly murdered a very thinly treaded tire. One I had been nursing along, hoping for a few more miles to go further down the line with - so thinking, that I could bag a few more paychecks and thus trade it outright with cash and its' fellows - for a new matched set. Oh. But, no. *Sighs*
I high-tailed it to the nearest convenience store, which handily, was kittycorner from where the heap had come to rest. (ok. I like the car. Just, anytime it inconveniences me - it's a heap.) I needed a phone. Yep. This was the one and only time in close to a year that I'd not taken my cel with me - I had visions of it plugged in and rampantly juicing its badself up at home, comfortably craddled on a choice pilla - plumped up on m'couch.
Golly, I love techno-gizzmos.
Anywho...
That brought me to the door and the vision was happily replace by "Hallers" a very tall and very handsome young man, whom I'd had the pleasure of working with, ever so briefly, yum, I mean, er, "um", summer of 2002? 2003? Whatever the date, he always gets a smile outta me - perhaps it's the hairstyle? > 8" flaming red mohawk - standing straight up, all tall and proud! Not typical, for a midwestern boy, however, Hallers - wears it well. He's just that kind of wide open.
Apparently the goodwill swings both ways between us - he lit up with his own bright smile as I stepped inside and nodded my general 'Howdy' to the line up at the check-out counter - Hallers, just happened to be manning that position & I plowed right on in, with my one desire.
"Hey! I need a phone. Can I use yours?"
Cha-Ching. (yes) =)
Humm...
Who to call?
I called a neighboring Aunt - She agreed to drive in the rescue and upon our arrival to the graveled driveway back home - who do we see?
KITTY! - none other than the good Dr. Seuss.
That turned my whole attitude decidedly away from 'preturbed' (and I had been, very, decidedly preturbed, from that flat forward, mind you!). =)
I could immediately see, she, kitty, was acting quite strange - very 'antsie' ...skiddish... scared?
I said some hurried 'thankyou, thankyous' and made my good-byes to my Aunt and hurried to let us both, Dr. Seuss and me, into the house and away from whatever else was lurking in those shadowy places within the realm of possibilities, between the sanctuary of home and the dark alure of any given hot (and starry) summer night.
Guess what was the first thing kitty did, upon her arrival back home?
Guess.
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No. don't just scroll & roll - looking for the easy answer - guess!
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Got a guestament yet?
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My Nephew thought "food dish".
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No.
Not "food dish"
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So, I gave him a hint.
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What's the very 1st thing you do when you've been gone from home, fer, like, a while - and now, think about it - you've just burst through the door - "Home sweet home, at last!"?
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That's right.
She was Gone-ski, fir like, a whole 24 hours ....
and the first thing she does?
The very first thing she does?
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Runs to her litter box.
(In all fairness to m'nephew she did shoot a cursory glance at the food and water trays on her way to the toilet... Heaven forbid there be any bottom of the bowl showing over in that corner of her world!)
Ah, yes.
Home sweet home.
ZZZzzzend.
