I have lived with cats for something near 33 years at this point. In more recent years, I have taken up one of their habits: the catnap thing.
A good habit, that.
At the same time, I am trying
to get my cat to stop freaking out and bolting off to hide when the UPS truck
arrives with stuff from Amazon.
“Dude,” I told my cat the other
day, “the UPS guy is here at least twice a week. You know the sound of his van. He even brings your food now. And has he ever busted into the house to
chase you down?”
I stared at my cat.
My cat stared back at me.
“No, Splash, he has never
busted in the house to get you.”
That same night, I had a dream
in which I bumped into an elk that could speak English. Probably, I should quit talking to my cat.
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