The Real Masters of the House
Oh, ‘scuse me.. am I interrupting something? The Real Masters of the House are at it again. Or, still. Capturing my attention and my heart with their antics and distractions while just being .. themselves. I confess and call out my truths… I am owned. Yes, owned. By two fluffy, four-legged felines who set the bar way too high for anyone to match their ploy at the universal magna carta of cat-beings for indifference or incidental actions. Don’t be fooled. It’s all intentional. True professionals, these two. As the timekeepers for my daily responsibilities and attentions (to them, of course); the authors of order and disorder; their titanium-melting super powers of originality.. I must comply. They do not fail in their commitment to the ease of effortless expressions and its leash-tightening around my heart. Case in point, Exhibit A photo above. That’s enough in itself and really all I wanted…