No, I haven't given up on journalling. It's just that I got out of the habit when I had no time (when I was off being a Producer) and it's hard to get back in.
A few weeks ago, I went to Arizona for my Dad's 70th birthday party and I still haven't unpacked. And since I'm crazy planning my next vacation, I decided that -- whatever I got done last night, I was going to unpack the damn suitcase, dammit.
So, I did. During commercials on 24. It took all of 3 minutes, if that. Dump the dirty clothes in the hamper; put the clean clothes back in my dresser; and shove the suitcase back in my closet. Done! How did I possibly let that sit around for weeks?
A couple hours later, I'm getting ready for bed. (I'd also promised myself that I'd be in bed by midnight -- because this up-to-2:00-a.m. thing isn't doing me any good.) So, around midnight, I'm brushing my teeth...
... here's the thing. One time, when I was brushing my teeth, I gave the cat a belly-rub with my foot. One time. Ever since, she's considered the sound of the electric toothbrush to be a clue that she's going to get a belly rub. Turn on the toothbrush, and there's Jasmine, flopped on the floor, paws all spread out, in the universally-recognized position of "oh yeah, belly rub!"
Last night, no Jasmine. I'm thinking maybe I've thrown her off schedule by brushing a whole two hours earlier than usual. I perform the rest of my evening toilette and still nothing. Weird, but not unprecedented. I'm about to jump into bed but figure I ought to take a sweep around the house and just check on her. She's probably asleep in the other room. I tiptoe in and check in the dark (not wanting to wake her with the light). It's hard to tell, but I do not see a kitten-shaped shadow on the chair. Or on the stereo.
And then I hear it. Meowing. Soft, tiny, pitiful meowing.
I turn on the light.
No cat.
Still meowing.
Oh no.
I throw open the closet door. The meowing gets much louder, as a very frightened pair of green eyes stare back at me.
:::sob::: I locked my cat in the closet! I'm the worst kitten mommy ever!
1 comment:
Dear, Lucifer gets himself locked into *someplace* at least once a week ... and he's almost 7 years old! Don't let it bother you, just do what you've been doing -- make a sweep and listen for the silly animal's very quiet "meow" - they pitch it so low because they are embarassed that they did it again.
Damned cats.
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