Wednesday night Brad and I left the festivities pretty early. I took a shower and settled in to watch some t.v., but the sky was exploding all around the house. I’ll admit it – I don’t like fireworks anymore. The pretty ones put on by the professionals? Yes. The quiet, sparkly ones that spin or ‘fountain’ in the driveway? Yes. The concussive ones that sound like gunshots or bombs? No. A thousand times no. They bug me and I think about all the pets and animals that must think their world is ending and there’s nothing they can do about it.
I went down to the basement and strung up the hammock. From there I could only hear the neighbor’s booms. As I watched YouTube videos on my iPad, I was joined by a friend.
Awww…. Ralph likes the swinging bed. He left a couple of times but always returned, purring and making it swing.
The last time he returned I was sound asleep, and his back foot landed on my face.
Claws out, for stability.
I now have a scratch on my cheek, supervillain-style.
So, maybe all those bad guys didn’t get their trademark scars from doing battle with the good side. Maybe they were just trying to get some peaceful rest and were interrupted by an idiot cat.