it would seem my cats are, in fact, creatures of habit.
my friend is still sleeping. the cats, they are displeased. or worried, i cannot tell which. i have known for some time that they get upset if i oversleep and often will curl up tightly against me and become thermonuclear radiators — seeming to know the warmth will wake me up. they’re really quite polite about it. the only time they holler and whine at me is if i wake up and then, attempt to go back to sleep. this, of course, disallowed behavior as wakefulness is morning worship time for them… cuddles and purrs and ‘gee, i’m glad you opened your eyes this morning!’
my friend, oblivious to the routines of my feline companions, sleeps. and they are now in full tilt anxiety, wandering the apartment and coming to my feet now and again to meow pitifully as if to say, ‘he’s not playing by the rules!’ over the last hour, they have become unruly, just knocking over the trashcan. heh. that got them the squirt bottle.
they hate the squirt bottle. in fact, zen only has to see it to haul tail under the closest chair or bed.
kamma, on the other hand, has decided it is her duty to see him awaken. she is now circling the bed howling at the top of her voice. but i suspect he will sleep through it. so she’s about to learn the meaning of either impatience or futility. heh.
in other news, i have no idea what we’ll be doing today. i suspect the store for french bread at some point…. as i was informed that the cheeses produced with semi-flourish last night upon arrival (for refrigeration) simply can… not… be… had with ‘mere white or wheat bread’. (grin)
took me a moment to remember ‘the rules of cheese’. but i did, eventually.
all together a pleasant and thoroughly enjoyable night. it is hard to explain how happy i am to meet this friend at last. we’re talked one another through quite a bit over the years, sometimes becoming more distant than i prefer, but never to the point of feeling loss. he’s a good fellow, my friend. i’m tempted to tell you how and why i know it, but that would be setting more out here than i think he’d prefer.
i’m noticing the one thing it seems all my friends have in common — humor. stars, i laughed enough last night to leave me breathless. genuine humor; not at the expense of anything or anyone except self — a refreshing and unusual thing these days.
meh. i’m rambling. coffee just now kicking in and so much to figure out and decide this weekend. but email from my friend in seattle speaking of later contact and ‘an idea’ has me as hopeful as ever.
i suppose it is true after all — i just do not ‘stay down’ for long. heh. not enough sense to know when to, i reckon… or maybe just that convinced that eventually, despite all the bumps, i too, will find that even struggle passes.
a comforting thought.