Very late Friday night. Sitting at my study table doing overwork I brought home to process and prepare to enter back into the school master program when I go back in to work tomorrow (Saturday!).
Camper happy I am not.
The house is dark and quiet save for the little oasis of life in this one room. Instrumental music lulls me into false content for a bit as I work on and on over completely inconsequential records on an impossible deadline. (Administration must have useless and never to be used numbers! Yesterday!)
Lucy is lounging, half napping on the far right corner of the big table. Esme and Coco are grooming each other on the far left corner of the table. The space heater at my feet is taking the chill off my toes and my fingers, nimbly working the keyboard and pen, are keeping themselves warm.
(It has just dipped into the 30’s outside, down from 70 yesterday afternoon, abrupt and sporadic winter here, and my holey drafty house is less than wonderfully insulated.)
My nose starts that annoying familiar tickle.
Work must be paused. Life put on undeniable hold.
There’s nothing really one can do but
Wait for it,
Wait for it,
.. WAIT
… FOR
.... IT -
SNEEZE!!!!
A huge body explosion completely out of my control,
a sound and reverberation that could quite easily be mistaken for a sonic boom.
(Yes, I’m that good.)
Instantaneously three affronted cats lock intense round-eyed stares on me. What in the name of all that’s holy am I so rudely doing they silently, oh so offendly glare.
A response is unmistakably demanded and so,
I bow my head and “Pardon me, please,” I beg them politely.
Then it hits me.
Not only am I the human here and they merely the cats,
but these are creatures who completely unselfconsciously greet each other (and sometimes, sigh, me) with seriously over zealous (but nonetheless cordial) rear-end inspections
And I’m worried about affronting them?
.
I really do need to get out more.
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