Slice of Life # 19
It seems so not fair, this time thing. That it is already time to post on the East coast and we are just wrapping up our Friday night on the West coast.
It was sundown and I was out grilling a couple Aidel sausages to go with our probiotic saurkraut. Mickey was in the garden at the new catnip plants, eating leaves. He got his fill and fell asleep with his chin resting over the plants, inhaling their fragrance while he snoozed.
I brought in the grilled sausages and showed Mom out the back window. “See? Mickey is zoned out on the catnip.” She laughed.
We took dinner with a few cute St. Patrick’s pics of great great granddaughter Kate. I sent my sister a whiny email about why I didn’t get a picture of Kate walking.
With chocolate the Big D (aka my mom) and I repaired to Comcast on demand in her room to plow through as many episodes of Season 5 as possible of The Good Wife.
We were aided in our Friday night comfort by some Grand Marnier in teensy glasses and dark chocolate with orange. When On Demand finked out during an episode we called it quits.
I went to my bedroom window and meowed out the window. “Maio? Mickey? Where’s my kitty?” who was last seen snoozing in the catnip. Shortly thereafter, as I began this blog, my magnificent writing cat showed up, meowing.
Now he is washing up, getting paws and face cleaned thoroughly as I try to cope with the idea that it is already Saturday somewhere. I guess this is my Saturday post and I can sleep in.
Really need a rest. Really need to engage in some radical self care. Tomorrow is for me. Spoken like a cat. A true cat.
Wait, I’m a person. But apprenticed to a cat. And needing some radical self care.