Jul 24

Out of nowhere…

Did you ever have someone contact you out of the blue?
Someone who used to be important to you?
Someone you didn’t really ever want to be without?
But then you were.
Maybe for a long time.
Maybe a very long time.
And then you hear from them unexpectedly.
And only then do you realize how much you missed them?
Maybe things pick up right where they were the last time you talked.
Maybe you have to kind of figure out where they go now.
Maybe it feels like a natural progression
Or maybe it seems more like a regression.
Or both.
But you wonder if their reappearance is temporary
And you enjoy it regardless
Or you wonder if it could or should be something more or less
Than what it is or might be
Or maybe it is exactly what it should be
Maybe it’s a great thing
Maybe it’s a disaster
It’s an adventure either way
Hang on and find out.

Jul 23

An imaginary conversation about Zen Dogs

You know what I hate about the whole Zen thing? The stupid catch phrases. Be the dog. Give me a break. All hyper manic and friendly. Tails a-wagging. That’s not me.

It’s just an expression.

Thank you. Figured it wasn’t literal. Still. I don’t want to be the dog. I’m really

In unison:
More like a cat.

You really are.

I know! I am aloof, and kind of demanding. I want affection only on my own terms. And when I like someone, I enjoy rubbing against them. Sometimes with my claws out.

I noticed.

Sorry.

It’s OK. I didn’t mind.

I bite, too.

You do have the full compliment of bad habits.

I do. And like a cat, I am very hard to train.

Also true. For the most part. In some areas, you respond well to guidance. Are you blushing? I thought you had no shame?

I have no shame in the same areas that I respond well to training.

It’s something I like about you.

At least there’s one thing!

Oh, there are several.

And you aren’t even a cat person…

You know you aren’t actually a cat, right?

That’s good–cat food smells terrible. I would hate to have to eat it. Or use a litter box.

Not as much as I would hate having to empty your litter box.

Yeah, that’s well beyond the typical commitment required in any relationship.

I’m happy to make you purr, as long as you don’t sink your claws in my thighs.

I think that can be arranged…







Jul 22

Blog is all jacked up. Still legible. Please stand by…

I guess I know what I will be doing after work tonight…
It’s as unjacked as I can get it during my lunch.







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