#544: TOEING THE LINE BETWEEN EXPRESSING JOY OVER A NEW PET AND BECOMING AN OBSESSIVE CATLADY
I am going to be away for a couple of days weathering my lovely family while we celebrate my maternal grandparents' sixty-fifth wedding anniversary. Until I return, I am leaving you with proof of my overflowing kitty love, aka disturbing obsession, for Onion, new cat extraordinaire.
As you can see, he's an awfully mature-looking five-month-old.
He barely tolerates me half the time, but he's far too social to stay away for more than thirty seconds at a stretch.
Seriously, I can pick this cat up and huck him out into the hallway, and he just turns around and trots right back, unfazed. He's like that robot woman from Terminator 3
, except fuzzier and more into cuddling than destroying my physical person.
Here is a nonsensical picture of his fur where his haunch leads into his belly.
And here Onion is sleeping, doing what he does best, which he chooses to do most of the time. This seems like an awfully smart game plan to get through life. It is surprising that such apparent wisdom could come from this cat, because when he is awake, although his general facial expression is one part wise old age, the other part is distinctly that of brain damage.
If you were able to do your favourite thing that you also do well most of the time, what would it be? Would it keep you happy?