November 11, 2007

Obsessive Compulsive Hooman...

I was looking for a t-shirt a few mornings ago. I couldn't find it and I was obsessing. Looking in all of my drawers

This meant that I hadn't gone downstairs yet and the cats hadn't had breakfast. Oops.

Squirrel was yelling from downstairs. I'd call back, absently, "soon." or "I'm coming", or "Yes".

Then I heard "Meow" from just behind me. Squirrel had gotten tired of waiting and came all the way back upstairs to get me. Now.

I went downstairs and gave the cats breakfast. I found the shirt later.

Obsessive Compulsive Hooman... - posted by Vicki at Sun, 11 Nov, 13:07 Pacific | «e»