One Of Those Strange Moments
So, it's a Sunday a few weeks back. I am doing my usual Sunday ritual: fending off sobriety with incredible panache and effectiveness. Sitting on the futon in the front room, I am drinking vodka & coke and watching a football game (GO COWBOYS!!) and enjoying some ganja when I get that feeling...
You know that feeling.
That feeling that either someone is watching you, or when you get that weird compulsion to look in a certain direction. Sometimes a combo of both.
This was both.
I turn and see my kitten Hazy Monday sitting at the other end of the futon. Not laying down or propped up on his front paws, like cats do - I mean REALLY FUCKING SITTING THERE. Chilling with me. Watching the game. He turned his head and we sat there staring at each other.
So, naturally, I did what anyone else would have done in the situation: I asked him in a confused tone, "Ummmm....Hazy? What are you doing?"
He merely put his paws in his lap and LOOKED at me. Looked at me like I was fucking stupid for even asking. The look that said "What the fuck do you THINK I'm doing? The same goddamn thing as you, watching yer fucking Cowboys have to come back in the 4th Quarter AGAIN."
I turned back to the game and packed another bowl.