Loris and Morg
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 5: Windshift - the Voices in My Head
The black house cat was in the process of getting a drink from the stainless steel bowl in the bathtub ... explaining exactly why the waterbowl was in the tub instead of next to the 7 day feeder is beyond the scope...
Ok, ok, ok...
Enquiring minds want to know.
I said I ok ... don't get so pushy...
The waterbowl is in the tub because I have a problem keeping clean water next to the feeder for the three cats ... to say nothing of the difficulty of stopping one of the little bastards tendency of eating so messily that there's cat food in the waterbowl seven or ten times a day.
They tend to bitch to the wife about the food in the water ... like it's my fault.
As soon as they start bitching to her, she comes in, derails my train of thought, and cusses me out about keeping clean water in the bowl.
Ok?
Satisfied?
I'm wrong ... the cat is right.
Again!
The bowl in the tub is my solution to having clean water for the cats. Another thing about the bowl in the tub is the tub is castiron and keeps the water colder ... the cats like a cold drink and it keeps them from drinking 'john' water.
EWW!
We have three cats ... two house cats and one wild animal wearing a pet cat suit. It's the black cat in the pet cat disguise that's getting a drink, when I sit down on the throne and drop a good one.
This is the cat, in normal times, who thinks it's great fun to lie in my down around the ankles pants while I'm 'reading' one of our Far Side or Calvin and Hobbs cartoon books. Nothing like a good laugh to get the 'lead' out. He tends to snuggle right in and go to sleep ... which might have something to say about the daughter bitching about how long I'm in the john. Eh ... she's a teen ... what do they know!
So, Nang, the wild cat in the pet disguise, was getting a drink when I came in, dropped shorts, and changed atmospheric conditions.
He turned his head, looked at me and gave one of the 900 plus sounds cats can make. This one signified displeasure ... he's good at that.
I looked at him, "Well, good morning to you, too." Dripping with sarcasm.
'What's so good about it? ... I was having a cool drink and you come in here and stink up the place.'
Well, naturally, I figured it was just me ... you know ... reading reactions.
'Hey! I'm talking here.'
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