Reflections On Our Cat.

Our cat has not dared to even look at the door since her PTSD-inducing drama of Thursday. The overtime shift she put in at the top of the tree has left her grateful for the creature comforts of home. A cozy spot under the bed. A dish full of food. An open window to perch in. The occasional sunbeam on the floor to bask and stretch out in.
This morning she did wander close to the door and looked up at me with a " Do I dare give this whole outside thing another try ? " type look.
Me being the tough love type, I decided to open the door. I figured she probably needed to get back up in the saddle and get over her fear of dumb dogs.

BTW, Slim and the two Darrells are back at it again today - with dumb dog in tow.

She gingerly stepped over the threshold of the kitchen door and decided to give the great outdoors another shot.
I went back to check on her after ten minutes or so. I peeked out the door and spied her sitting not six feet from the door, her face read of total terror. If she had the ability to speak I imagine she would have said;

" GOD DAMN IT , LET ME IN ! THERE IS A BIG DOG OUT HERE ! LEMME IN LEMME IN LEMME IN ! PLEASE ! I'M BEGGING YOU ! BIG.DOG.RIGHT.OUT. HERE ! "

I opened the door and she bolted in and fell over in a heap on the kitchen floor - no doubt having flashbacks probably the beginnings of a panic disorder.
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Last night I was reading the newest David Sedaris book in the tub. I find Mr. Sedaris to be incredibly witty and ironic. He has a gift for story telling and I laugh out loud while reading his books. The Mister wandered into the bathroom to see what was inspiring my laughter. I understood his curiosity as generally a soak in the tub is not all that funny. However a soak with a David Sedaris book is a great time.

I offered to read him a chapter I had previously read, so he plopped down on the bathroom for story time. Yep, this would be one of those goo-goo-gaa-gaa moments.

The Mister and I have very similar senses of humor. We have the Denis Leary - George Carlin - Carlos Mencia thing in common. However we seem to hit a fork in the comedy road every once in a great while. When the Leary- Carlin- Mencia road splits I tend to take the darker, more ironic and sadistic Sedaris type humor path and The Mister....he has a tendency toward the slap-stick Pineapple Express-Zack and Miri Make A Porno type path.

I sat through Zack and Miri with him. Nary a chuckle on my part. The Mister was LMFAO for lack of a better term.

I read one of the chapters of the book to Hubs and had to pause occasionally, because although I read the same chapter not twenty minutes before, it was even funnier the second time around. Hubs did laugh, but not nearly as heartily as I did.

Our conversation then turned to the cat drama of the day before. I wondered how the cat made it out of the tree as neither of us were there to witness it. I remarked that perhaps she daintily crept down the ladder we left propped up against the tree. The Mister had other thoughts....

" You know, she probably fell asleep and fell out of the tree. Dumbass. "


XO
Bunny