Sometimes you just have to laugh at your own stress-induced ridiculousness. I put in another day with overtime - constant lab work while trying to juggle the desk work (ok, and derby work). I drove home in silence, grumbling about how, once again, I will have no time to make a proper dinner or relax before practice. I get home and let Frankie out. I go to feed the cats... Mabel gets pretty worked up about food and as Im reaching the scoop of kibble down to her bowl, she kinda lunges at it in excitement and bumps it with her head. Food goes everywhere and Im livid. I let out a disgusted growl/yell - rrrrrggghhhaaa!!!! - and I gesture with my open hand at the mess. ENJOY! I scream, angrily! ...and then I just burst out laughing because 1. what kind of person screams at a tiny cat? and 2. what cat gives two shits if you are yelling at it? Of course, shes just shoving food in her face without worry. Im sure shell still be drooling on my chest come bedtime, too. Still, Im sorry, kitten.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 01:38:54 +0000