Lazy Sundays
Normalcy Courses Through My Veins
-- Jackie O. in The House of Yes.
It is a little disturbing, the number of times I've found the opportunity recently to reference that (wonderful, you should watch it) film.
After a busy morning and early afternoon of kitten hunting (Kingsley has taken to hiding behind the sofa or between the fridge and the wall), breakfast eating, and Hobby Lobby-going (only to remember once there that it is an establishment that is not open on Sundays), I came home, watched an episode of The Tudors and took a nap. Napping is such a luxury. Coming home on an afternoon where it is cold and windy out. When snow is softly flurrying to the ground, stretching out on the sofa and closing ones eyes. It is amazing.
I woke up and went about my business. I checked me email and I heard a sad little meow. I answered it, as has become my habit. Cooper woke up from his nap and went about his business. Then, we both did the same thing: we looked for his brother. He was behind the sofa. I found him first (and did my best not to alarm him, poor little scared thing.) Then, his brother found him. And, you'd think that would be a good thing. I don't know if it was or not. Cooper walked around the couch, sniffed around and then came back out licking his lips. Then, he attacked a couch cushion (which was on the floor because it annoyed me whilst I was napping). Kingsley has now emerged from the couch is snacking on the bacon I left him six hours ago. Cooper is knocking things over in my bedroom. Things seem to be reaching a state of normalcy.
