the cat takes the couch

the cat takes the couch and so i take the cheese, or some ice cream and pirouettes and and mountain dew, just for the heck of it (or for no apparent reason) just like the cat, seeking stimulation of a comforting kind (perhaps that is a reason, but apparent?)... i would be laying down and possibly falling asleep if it was not for the cat... even as oregon starts coming back against a previously dominating stanford, who may have gotten a little too conservative and over-confident in their dominance and the test for both teams is which has the resiliency to win the last few minutes... even as i play jackson in fantasy football this week, even as we are sharing a lot less again as she is keeping so busy she is burning out... even as i cleaned the kitchen and started the dishwasher and put a load of laundry in and maybe i'll get four hours sleep cuz i am not wanting to sleep and frustrated with wanting to do something with somebody (without even knowing what) and not having energy or somebody to do anything with...

except the cat called curious... and happiness, of course... happiness wants his mom... and he wants to go out... and he wants to go to bed, but his mom isn't here to take him to bed... and curious is so attention seeking, even more that happiness... the fact is (we find the source of the sleeplessness perhaps?) i am way too empathic to be alone with lonely animals longing for their mommy... it's especially challenging for the little kid inside me who has always longed for a mommy, but that's an old song i seldom revisit these days, eh?... and curious the cat leaves the couch for a few and then returns with some more hard core attention seeking... somebody farted... maybe curious went to poop and didn't wipe... ah, the pleasures of living with dogs and cats, and the smells...

i am having too much fun alone... somebody save me (wacko would understand)...

narf :)