Friday, October 24, 2014


Daisy teaching me her napping skills.
TODAY IS the first day of my trans-species treatment, and it's coming none too soon.  This morning, before I knew better, I had the TV on and heard Chris Wallace, one of those news guys who analyze what's happening for the rest of us dummies, say darkly, "This is a whole new threat that we have to be terribly worried about!" 

He may have been talking about Ebola, or ISIS, or the guy who attacked some NYC cops with an axe, or perhaps the recent shootings in Canada, I wasn't really sure. In any event, instantly my already high blood pressure shot up. My head started pounding, and I could hear a loud thumping in my chest. I looked over at my two cats stretched out on the bed; neither one of them seemed the slightest bit alarmed. "That's it," I thought to myself.

I scurried to the kitchen and opened a can of Fancy Feast, had a few laps of water, and curled up on the sofa. After my nap I chased a ball of tin foil around the living room, stared out the window for a while, and did my nails. I feel much better, especially after the catnip.

1 comment:

  1. You should substitute some human equivalent for the catnip. just sayin'!