Hello Kitties, Here I am looking rather pensive, some might say peeved or perturbed, and still others might choose a word that starts with P and ends with Off.
And why should this be, you might ask yourself? Well, Let Me Tell You.
For weeks and weeks, the Human and I had our little routine: We stayed up late. I got a nice snack around midnight. I got brushed just before the Human's bedtime, which crept closer and closer to 2:00 a.m. In the morning, which sometimes began around 9:00, I got my breakfast, and was played with and brushed some more. Then, maybe, the Human went off to school for, oh, two- or three-hour work days?
When she came home, there were more pettings, perhaps some more brushies or playtime, and then she might have gone shopping or met her friend for a walk or movie and dinner. Later she came home and there were more playtimes and brushies. My blog posting and visiting were done at leisure. It was a rich and rewarding life.
But times change, my furiends, times change. This week, there has been a terrible beeping sound at the bare crack of dawn. Showers are had, clothing is arranged, my breakfast is slapped down before me, practically in the dark, and there are no more morning playtimes or brushies.
She leaves me, for hours and hours and HOURS. And when she comes home, I'm just not feelin' the Love anymore. Yes, I (usually) get to do my post; yes, I am fed--but those long hours of playing interspersed with blog visiting? Well, that's given way to lots of yapping and complaining with her fellow disgruntled teacher friends, or worse, to non-teacher friends who tell her to SHUT UP since they've not had a vacation in, like, six freaking years or something and why is she even b*tching about it?
Yeah, so that's life around Chez Spit-tay these days. And it isn't pretty.