Good day dear reader.
I sat down to write about a half an hour ago.
Then?
Then I was interrupted.
Trevor was being demanding.
Trevor wanted love.
Given that cats are fleeting and time is short, I decided to put all ya’ll on the back burner whilst I took my feline for a stroll.
That’s right my friends, I regularly walk my kitty and parade my pussy around in the yard.
Tonight, I tried resisting.
But the call of the kitty was much too strong.
I felt guilty so I gave in to the little interrupting varmint.
I took Trevor out into the yard.
And in a great display of gratitude, he proceeded to attempt to run away.
Once corralled?
He ate grass.
Lots of grass.
Then I came in and sat down to write once again.
And once again I was interrupted.
This time?
This time it was a cat, puking, a kitty chucking chunks, or an orally productive pussy.
It’s one thing to have ones kindness played upon and be interrupted once.
Me and Trevor had a decent time outside.
But then?
When our kindness leads to misery?
That’s a real pain in the arse.
But that’s the deal, isn’t it?
You can’t control what happens after you give.
You give your time to a cat—he pukes.
You give your heart to a person—they leave.
You give your best to a gig—they tip you three bucks.
The giving is the only part you control.
The rest is just grass and vomit.
Attention is precious.
And I just spent mine on a cat who doesn’t give a shit.
Worth it.
Darn cat…