Well, It is an unfortunate even but, Michael, a love sick puppy, is too weak to find the strength to go on with the blog. So, until he recovers, I, Rebecca Southerland will be Michael's ghost writer. Let's begin the journey.
It was Wednesday night, and she had about had it. She opened the front door with exhaustion and plopped down the grocery bags which burdened her. Oh glory, she was all alone! All she needed was a relaxing bath and just a wee bit of time to herself to be rejuvinated.
She turned on the faucet. Checked the temperature. Perfect, and only moments from utter peace.
"Meow". NO! Not tonight, Rebecca thought. She did not have the energy to deal with her room mate's cat. She sighed and realized the night would not be as she wished, constantly having to babysit this mongrel.
Twix, the so called "kitten" can literally crawl under the crack of a closed door. Sweet little Twix likes to pounce on unsuspecting members of the house which are asleep at 4 in the morning. Not just at 4 in the morning but every second of everyday Twix is in the position ready to pounce and bite and scratch. Jordan, the owner of the cat who refuses to have the cat declawed, is NEVER there to take care of the cat. Not at night, not during the day. So can Rebecca really blame the cat for being so energetic when she came home? Yes, she can.
Rebecca walks into the bathroom to check the depth of the water to find Twix perched on the side of the tub staring at the faucet. One quick, sweet, and loving tap of her hand, and Twix is submerged in the bathtub water. That cat scrammed out of the bathroom, shaking and licking herself cllean for the next two hours, and Rebecca had a quiet and peaceful bath.
Yes, it's true. I am more of a dog person.
(I realize I might get hate notes for this, but really Twix is fine and purring beside me at this very moment!)
3 comments:
If you need a cat napping to occur, just give me a ring.
Oooh, you have to post cute pictures of Twix!
Ms. Southerland,
I've been contacted by the new york times and national review with demands to let you write for them. Sadly, I had to tell them no and that you were a Daily Rice girl--your loyalty must remain strong.
You happen to be a brillant person, and the cat happens to be a mongrel. You did the right thing sweetheart, you did the right thing.
Proudly,
Michael W. Rice
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