We're sitting in New Stanton, PA, waiting for the lumpers to unload our trailer load full of Clorox products, and pondering the meaning of life. For me, it's being able to flop my gloriously lazy, furry body on Matt's pillows and laptop computer case and have no care what-so-ever in the world.For Matt, it's to pass his blood pressure test tomorrow morning. He's fretting. He almost always passes it, but he frets anyway. It must be the "almost" part that gets him fretting.
But I don't have to worry about such things, only that Matt doesn't abandon me like my last owner. This would mean that I would starve and slowly wither away and die. I would have no predisone administered to me to reduce my inner inflammation, allowing me to eliminate waste matter (poo) properly. In laycats terms, I'd get bound up with a thousand fur balls. It wouldn't matter what someone fed me, or what wonderful dumpster I'd eat out of. Oh, I miss dumpsters...like a grande buffet: dead rats, fish heads, and thousands of other surprises just waiting for me to sample them.
So I lay there....and wait for the next bout of excitement...or the next meal...or the next fly to buzz by me...and I just live.
2 comments:
We don't think you have to worry about Matt abandoning you, Buster.
Maybe you could get Matt to rub your head and cuddle with you for a while before his blood pressure test. It has been established that cuddling with a kittie lowers stress, so it should help with BP, too.
Are there restrictions on BP for driving a truck? Or is Matt just a worrywart?
Yoo need to remind Matt dat worrying raises da blood pressure...and a purring kitty really does lower it. He wouldn't abandon yoo cuz der are beins here dat would track him down and...well, it wouldn't be purrty. Not to mention dat he really does care about yoo.
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