It's Monday at about 2:45 AM (as the event occurs). The Cat is camped out in one of her favorite places, between my keyboard and screen, effectively blocking the lower half and turning the functional portion into less than 640x480. Criminal demotion for a big wide screened iMac.
So... I'm blogging and squidoo'ing through a puff of black fur, craning my neck around to see over same. All is well if not particularly comfortable.
The Cat stretches, making that Halloween cat arch yoga position. Like this. One, Two, Three, Streeeetch aaaand.... hold. Breathe, counting slowly to 42,539.
I wait patiently as she phases in to Downward Facing Dog. 11, 12, 13, 14, 15...
(This is, by the way, shown in the beginner yoga instructions... wonder what the Hindu word for OUCH is.)
I wait. Patiently. 213. 214. 215. 216.
Ok. enough of this nonsense. I lean forward and down to see under the arching Downward Facing Dogcat. I'm tired, and I forget that my legs are propped up on the ottoman box next to my desk. Chair swivels rapidly. Blogger spins sideways equally rapidly. Blogger reaches floor and assumes the Savasana position. This is also known as Corpse position, which is about how I felt at the moment.
The Cat unrolls herself and leaps down onto the floor next to me, then nuzzles my face ever so lovingly. I stay in the Corpse position for awhile until I can painfully and slowly lever myself up off the floor without screaming. The Cat sits with me until I'm able to do so. It's so good to be loved...
It's Tuesday morning now and the painkillers are wearing off a bit so I'll cut this short. Besides, The Cat is requesting her tuna and I'm dreading the limp to the kitchen. I suppose I could try to teach her how to use the electric canopener all by her feline lonesome, but then I'd be out of a job.
Anyway, I better get started. Since I can't bend over to put the plate on the floor, this edict may take awhile.
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