Oh what to do, what to say?
Yesterday I posted about all those drafts that were saved up in my wordpress… Posts I had barely written. Posts that were long and never concluded. Posts that had great meaning, but I just kind of had trouble letting go of them. The one that seemed most intriguing to some of you (and frightening to me) was the draft titled “when cats cry”.
I decided that whatever I had to do today could wait. My long list of things to get done was to sit on the back burner until I opened up “when cats cry” to see what words of wisdom, horror or comedy I had written there. I was anxious as the page loaded. What would I find?
Was it about animal rights? Were my cats particularly whiny one day? Did K have a meltdown in the midst of pretending she was a cat and start crying wearing cat ears and a tail?
What oh what could I have been thinking?
The said news is we’ll never know what was going through my mind when I typed those three words into the title section because when I opened up the draft it was empty. I wrote nothing.
What was I doing at 10:01 AM on March 18th? That’s when I started this post. The even stranger thing is that my cats normally hover around me while I write. Spike tries to get in my lap, Ripper insists on pressing his face into my hand or elbow again and again. I make more typos that way. I don’t have a moments peace from those two as long as I sit in front of this computer.
But right now? They’re no where to be seen.
I wonder if they stopped me from writing this post in the first place. Maybe I sat down to dispense a great piece of cat related wisdom and they decided that the knowledge was too great. Had I learned a secret of catkind that they couldn’t let the world discover?
Maybe they drugged me with catnip and warm tea and forced me to nap so I would forget the whole thing ever happened.
Oh no, it’s them. I can hear Ripper’s claws clicking along the hard wood floor of the hallway… I have to post this now in case they try to stop me again, but I think one things abundantly clear…
I should get a dog.
7 thoughts on “when cats cry”
you should TOTALLY get a dog….
Back to the dog again huh??? Just to torture the cats?
don’t screw around with a dog, go for the friggin’ gusto – i suggest a spitting cobra
I am totally singing “When Cats Cry” ala “When Doves Cry”….
do not get a dog. they are way too much work.
I love this post, mostly because I have the exact same stuff… a bunch of posts that are half written, or (annoyingly) just titles… half a thought… saved…
as much as I enjoy going back to look at them… they also break my heart. a thought worth sitting down and typing… even saving… but apparently, not worth coming back to later. *sigh* They aren’t great for the sharing, but pretty entertaining to go back and look at when you don’t have anything else to do.
I miss my old dog. I miss my old cat too. Maybe we’ll get a dog in a few years when I’m further on and the girls are older. I want a dog. :(
Or a donkey.
Or a goat.
It was the cats protecting their secrets…