Gift of Laughter


Mother’s Day again.

I woke up early and had some free time since it was Sunday.

So I went to hang out with the cats and tease them because they didn’t get me anything.

(My sister at least got a lizard head at her house.)

Then I got my present.

I began to sit down with Stripes, my cat who meows like a bullfrog croaks–deep, gurgling, and broad. Sometimes he sounds more like a complex crow.

As I angled my rear with the intention of landing just beside my old friend on the wicker couch, he screamed, a high-pitched panic, then scrambled to evade the approaching catastrophe.

Evidently, in cat eyes, my butt looks seven times bigger.




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