Monday, May 12, 2008
"Hon, get up, the cat's sick!"
We put lights on, every light in the house, because cat's black, floor's dark walnut and who know what color "sick" we may happen upon.
I didn't dare laugh aloud but did inside - he had pulled his white sports socks on - like that would help:) He looked hilarious spooking around in shorts and socks looking for the offensive area.
The cat followed us with expectant eyes, "maybe they'll feed me."
We searched every square inch of the house - no mess to be found.
Then it dawned on me, I think I had been dreaming. Oops, didn't dare confess - I think it was 3a.m.