This is gonna be a short post. Just having some Monday evening musings. As I was sitting at my 9 to 5 today trying to stay focused and not get the Monday blues, I thought about my cat, Missy. For those of you who've listened to the show, I'm sure you're aware that Missy has plenty of tortitude and isn't a big fan of strangers and noisiness. I wondered what it would be like to bring Missy to my job and have her sprawled atop my desk. I could see her laying calmly at first, giving me that, "I hope you know I'm doing you a favor by being here" kind of look that she'd give me while she kept me company when I was bathing or exercising. But then I brought myself back to reality because I knew all heck would break loose the first time another human being entered my cube other than myself. I could see her hissing at them, jumping down to the floor, and running out into the office at large, in a frenzied panic--only to realize there are even more strangers beyond my cube and now she has to hiss her way to a safe spot that she can wedge her plump body into. And then I would have to wait to until everyone had gone home for the day to coax her out and fight to get her pig-like body in her pet carrier so that I could listen to her pitiful cries for freedom, the whole ride home--not to mention, the excuse I'd have to give the higher ups for bringing her in the first place. No thank you. I will let Missy remain the diva she is at home or my mom's house. And yes, it appears, I'm a liar. This post wasn't as short as I claimed or thought it would be. Go figure. Good night fellow Missians. Until next time.........
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