chosen stuckness

and fluffy wonderment

Daddy, come help me. I’m stuck.

This is a regular game in our house. All members play. Getting stuck does not mean someone fell into a pot of glue. No, we haven’t been wearing Velcro shoes. No one has been duct taped to a wall. Not yet anyway. We get stuck with animals.

Here’s what happens. One of us will be sitting and reading or watching a video. Inevitably that someone will be cozy. Next thing you know, they’re stuck. It happens pretty quickly and cutely. It happens in blur of fur and purring.

An animal, most frequently a cat and usually the kitten, will demand attention. They love to snuggle up on our laps. Once an animal is there? Stuck. Yup. No moving. Why not?

You can’t disturb the animal. When an animal is asleep on your lap, you’re no longer human. You’re furniture. Don’t move. You’re stuck. No water. No food. No changing the channel or answering the phone. Need to deliver a giant mudslide of turds to the porcelain pot? Not happening. You’re stuck.

Funny thing about being stuck …