She tells me they spend all their time chasing around the
house, trying to eat one another, cuddling up close, and sleeping. It’s the
sleeping that worries her. She’s frightened they might be dead and has to wake
them up to reassure herself. I suggested she look for signs of breathing instead, like
the chest rising and falling for example, but she said that wouldn’t do. She also said that she finds it hard to believe that things are just born with ears that work. And
incidentally, she didn’t accuse me of being irrational as I stated on a recent
post. What she actually accused me of was being ultra-rational. That’s worse,
apparently. An apology is clearly in order.
And so I hope there are enough cat lovers out there to allow
that I might be forgiven for posting pictures of baby cats instead of saying
silly and inconsequential things like I usually do. Come back later (or
tomorrow, or next week. How the hell would I know?)
Lilly ('Boys are useless.')
Jax ('Sisters!')
The character references are mine, taken under advisement. I need a drink.
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