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 this post to be. But Google and the constructs of SEO have other thoughts on it, and want me to expand so I may get high marks. I think it is all part of the same ploy – forcing me to give more focused attention to the Feline leaders of the house. Welcome to my world. And, to the world of Uriel Oblio Wilson D’Artagnon McPete – aka Urie (the adorable, crafty-minded tawny orange and white fellow, on the left), and Olivia Twist (the most beautiful, non-confrontational, affectionate and kindly Calico princess, on the right).
They are the reason my phone needs maximum amount of memory.
The reason I pause (paws?) on brewing and pouring my coffee in the morning,… to but feed them first.
The reason I am most careful and scrupulous about who looks after the domicile – most specifically, of course, its leaders – in any absence I must have.
The likely reason I haven’t used sedatives or medication throughout the past few years since 2020. (Well, except for that one time, but, then,.. does wine count?)
See? Owned. Happily.
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