sleeping with the enemy
know that moment when your wife catches you looking at another womans
butt. Well, I felt that same guilt this morning. Maddie, our cat, strolled
up, sat down next to me then sat staring at me. I looked down at her
and her stare never wavered.
I asked. I put your food in your bowl.
Still the stare. Jans cleaned out your tray.
Still the stare. In case you dont know, cats can look into your
very soul. I shuddered a bit and felt the guilt for the: I have
no idea what I did wrong, but it must have been my fault, flood
over me. Only catholic men can ever truly know that feeling. I decided
to feel the fear and go for it anyway.
Right, cmon, what have I done wrong now? and for
the record, I am not married to you!
Without wavering she made one of those slow blinks only a cat can make,
and said, youve been fraternising with the enemy.
Well, said I, to be fair, Bibs is female so it would
be more correct to say soroz
Keep yer who-man semantics to yourself, they have no place in
a cats world, she yowled.
But, I pleaded, its Bibs, she comes over here,
I dont invite or soro
fraternise with her
she is always
extremely rude to me and she disrespects and demeans me
every single time. She mocks me! I cried.
Maddie climbed onto her four paws. She moved a little towards me while
continuing her cold stare, my point exactly, who-man! THAT, is
always fancied having an Alpaca. Maybe I should Google Alpacas.