gigisiguenza
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There's nothing like a pet to keep you laughing.
As you saw from my earlier post, I'm freaking out a bit lately. So I come home from a very crappy night at work, tired and feeling sorry for myself (I know, silly to do lol), and I set down with a big ole mug of heavily spiked hot cocoa, determine to crochet myself out of my funk while watch whatever idiocy is on tv.
An hour goes by and I feel mellower (Ty spiked cocoa) but still blue and overwhelmed.
Then I hear a ridiculous amount of weird noise coming from my bedroom. I get up to check, but it has stopped. I walk away. It happens again, I check again, same thing, it stops. By the third time, I'm getting worried it's an unwanted critter in my closet. So I flip on the lights, armed with a broom, ready to whack the begeebers outta whatever critter had the nerve to get into my closet...
And my ***** cat pops her head out of the handle-hole of a box at my feet, bright eyed and curious about what I'm doing - scaring a hundred grey hairs outta my roots spontaneously! I jumped a good 3 ft in the air (which ain't easy, lemme tell ya), squealing like pig in fright, and nearly pee my flippin paints. I'm standing there holding my racing heart, legs crossed for dear life, and she just blinks at me like I'm boring, pops here head back into her box, and goes back to whatever idiocy she was doing in there.
Out of curiosity, I lean forward to see what is so fascinating...
To discover that Miss Maisy is engrossed in chasing the shadow of her own tail.
Good grief, I started laughing so hard I had to run to the bathroom doing the knee-locked panic run.
I'm still laughing as I type this Hahahahaha
And this is why humans have pets LOL
As you saw from my earlier post, I'm freaking out a bit lately. So I come home from a very crappy night at work, tired and feeling sorry for myself (I know, silly to do lol), and I set down with a big ole mug of heavily spiked hot cocoa, determine to crochet myself out of my funk while watch whatever idiocy is on tv.
An hour goes by and I feel mellower (Ty spiked cocoa) but still blue and overwhelmed.
Then I hear a ridiculous amount of weird noise coming from my bedroom. I get up to check, but it has stopped. I walk away. It happens again, I check again, same thing, it stops. By the third time, I'm getting worried it's an unwanted critter in my closet. So I flip on the lights, armed with a broom, ready to whack the begeebers outta whatever critter had the nerve to get into my closet...
And my ***** cat pops her head out of the handle-hole of a box at my feet, bright eyed and curious about what I'm doing - scaring a hundred grey hairs outta my roots spontaneously! I jumped a good 3 ft in the air (which ain't easy, lemme tell ya), squealing like pig in fright, and nearly pee my flippin paints. I'm standing there holding my racing heart, legs crossed for dear life, and she just blinks at me like I'm boring, pops here head back into her box, and goes back to whatever idiocy she was doing in there.
Out of curiosity, I lean forward to see what is so fascinating...
To discover that Miss Maisy is engrossed in chasing the shadow of her own tail.
Good grief, I started laughing so hard I had to run to the bathroom doing the knee-locked panic run.
I'm still laughing as I type this Hahahahaha
And this is why humans have pets LOL