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.