Look what the cat dragged in.
You know I’m not really a fan of cats, right? I think it’s in my DNA. My dad hates cats to the bone.
That’s because he had a bad experience after he moved here to America from his Egyptian homeland.
But first, his initial bad experience: he arrived in America on Halloween.
And he had never even heard of Halloween before.
You would think that this would have been enough punishment for one poor soul. But no. Because then someone asked him to babysit their three cats.
Not one cat.
Not two cats.
No, my friends. We’re talkin three cats.
It’s like a bad Dr. Seuss book.
Unfortunately, my dad said yes to watching the cats.
Everything was fine until nighttime. Dad fell into a sound sleep.
Later, he woke up to the distinct feeling that something was staring at him.
They crouched around him as if he was their prey, watching him like they would watch a helpless rabbit….their tails twitching like three snakes.
He was traumatized forever. Never again would he say yes to babysitting cats. Never again would he allow a cat to come near him or even share a sidewalk with him.
Okay. Maybe I’m exaggerating a little.
Anyway, let me get to the point here. When a cat has to drag me into someplace, you know it’s serious.
But this post isn’t about cats or their catty cattiness….and really, nobody’s dragging me. In fact, I am feeling pretty thrilled about being back in my little space on the internets.