LM, Episode 560, 6/13/21
We’ve been in our place in Cincinnati for three weeks and our cat, Mr. B, seems to have adapted fairly well. After his morning treats, he goes upstairs like he’s going to a job. He spends his days sleeping among the maize of boxes that have yet to be unpacked. In the evening he returns down stairs to snuggle in bed with us as we watch television.
Just the other day he was saying, “This place sucks, but at least there aren’t any puppies.” The next day Keith and Kate brought their two dogs over for us to watch while they went on a much needed vacation. Mr. B’s world came crashing down. He hid for two days among the upstairs boxes, not coming out or even making a sound when we rattled the treat bag. The only way we knew he was still alive is the empty food bowl we’d find every morning.
Now, when he comes down from upstairs, he stops half way to check if the, “hounds of hell,” are here. He says they’re loud, they smell to kingdom come, and they need to stay at Baskerville or wherever they came from.. Fortunately, there are kitty treats to sooth what ails you.
Always remember laughter matters.