Sunday, October 07, 2007

Something isn't right, I can't place it. I'm in the office/guest room. A red flag went up a couple of minutes ago. I retrace my steps. I'm ill at ease, what happened Ahhhh I remember.

I was sitting at the table- drinking a San Pellegrino- looking through the books to see what I wanted to read. The cat, Ponette, was walking around the table she put her face in my glass and drank some of my water. I looked at her and, withou thinking said, "No Ponettes, that's daddys"

Oh my god....I've become one of "them" and I don't think there's a twelve step program for that...at least not yet anyway.

3 comments:

Panic in New York said...

If you do start a 12 step program for that i will stand outside the meetings afterwards and mock you. I will be there with my dog Tootsie Cutsie Wootsie, you will recognize us by our matching outfits. You sickos!

marge schott said...

Hey, there's certainly a need for such a 12 step program. I was just at a meeting with a potential member. She brought her obviously uptight doggy to a large meeting in small quarters, and the dang dog bit me on the leg. Man't best friend...

I wouldn't say you've hit bottom with your kitty yet. If you've trained her to attack people who enter your abode, maybe then you'd need help. But then again, wasn't there a post about just such actions from you little kitty?

LDP said...

Aww, I think it's sweet! As I just said to my own cat, Little Angel, as she was licking gravy from my dinner plate, "You're like a daughter to me, sweetie. May I get you more filet?"

Now I'm just watching her sleep, all curled up on the kitchen counter . . . like a fluffy little cloud . . . or cotton candy, but with whiskers. So adorable! You should come see.