Tuesday, October 15, 2013

help from mother earth

1:10 a.m., in bed, tired of having Sundy, the shorthair, stomp over my pillow, I'm staring at the ceiling, hand on Sutra, the fat fluffy cat who snores, when there's a thump and a ripple passes under the bed. The cats tore outta there. Hm, earthquake, I said to myself. Now maybe I can get to sleep cat-free.


David Lee Ingersoll said...

Did they come back that night?

Glenn Ingersoll said...

I don't think so. But they double-teamed me again last night. Those orangies!

David Lee Ingersoll said...

They're trying to show love. To balance out the times when they're less lovable.