I woke up from a restful sleep, deep in the middle of the afternoon. My heart was pounding, paws sweating, head reeling, tail akimbo...thinking..."that cat? Have I become that cat?" An...I can't really even say it...an indoor cat?
Now I know you are thinking, "Diesel, dude, you are an indoor cat." But I say no...I have my freedom. Oom is always there, faithfully ready to go out in all weather to hang and explore with me, follow my antics, watch me climb trees. I was an indoor/outdoor, kinda drip-dry cat.
Now, I stick my head out and there are bugs, and I have to muster my courage. I didn't blog about it...it was so traumatic. A month ago, I got bit by a deer fly...or maybe it was a cat fly. It hurt! It bit me in the butt and my leg got all puffy. Man, for days I was thinking I would never go out again. Okay for weeks...
I did, however, go see Ant Becky's orangey spotty fish yesterday, and roll around on the bricks. Oh, and Sunday I went down to the brook with Boo and went out to my rock.
Maybe it was just a post-fly/mid-life crisis? Maybe it was all a bad dream?
Mrrrrr. I think I'll go sleep on some Kierkegaard.
