Warm Pussies & Hottubbing < -- You're right, it's definitley not what you think.
To say I’m exhausted is an understatement.
I’ve been feeling a bit overwhelmed of late…and in desperate need of pure downtime. Pure, “I don’t care if I’m being rude, but could you please go away…yeah, I meant now” kind of downtime. That kind of delightful 30 minute hot shower kind of alone time. (And no, a massage pulsating showerhead is not the type of alone time I mean either…well not now anyways).
I’m not really allowed this type of downtime for yet another couple of weeks. Not until NY I think… and even then, I’ll be running amok trying to visit with everyone there and packing in as much as I can, more than purely vedging. However, there are still moments of respite.
Simone as I call her, the black cat with a lovely white throat, who has been visiting with my household over the last few weeks apparently has a brood. Jon caught one of her kin earlier today and placed her in his empty hottub. He’s too small and weak to jump out and doesn’t yet know how to do anything besides look at you, nap, and occasionally blink. He looks about a month old, is pure black except for a few scant white hairs in his coat and a few stray strands that fly from the tips of his ears. He’s sweet and quiet and only peed on my jeans a little bit. Anxiety, I suppose, and with the cranky mood I’ve been in this past week, I’m sure I”ve made more than a few men wet their pants with my ire. Still, I find him a charmer. You always have to watch out for those quiet ones, my friends tell me. Those are the ones that’ll steal your heart.
So, with out much reservation, I climbed into the tub with kitty, hoisted him on my lap, and stroked the underside of his chin and let him lick my fingertips after I’d dipped them in milk. I nabbed a book and chilled there, content and happy with Orpheus (as I think I’ll call him…Opie for short) on my lap and Isabel Allende in hand. Four hours went by fast and I only just left because my butt got sore. Hottubs are *not* comfortable without the water. Still, a happy, warm, and well fed kitten on your lap makes you yearn for more generous thighs to better enjoy such simple delights. My allergies for whatever reason decided to suspend themselves with Opie. Happiness is.
And so, yes, I’m quite happy right now. Gnight.
PS. GO KOREA ! WORLD CUP BABY!
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