Wednesday, December 8, 2010

He's Cooked

Last night about 7 the phone rang....a little voice says, "I need a glass of water"......I ask, why can't you get it yourself? "There is a gray furry thing in my lap sleeping soundly." My dilemma....drive 8 miles to then walk 5 steps from the chair to get him a glass of water??? Poor guy. His life is so sad. He's been turned in to a cat couch. He admits it. He loves it. Every single second. Me, too.

4 comments:

Linda said...

Great therapy for you both.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

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Kittie Howard said...

Hmmmm, I don't know.

Anonymous said...

Here is my take on this! He wanted to see you because you help him calm down and he loves you and just wanted to see his little sweetie, so he called and said he needed a drink of water, being playful...I hope you went over...perhaps he needs more than water! whoo Hoo! Like A hug or two or three....he needed to be consoled maybe.... debbie