This story was interrupted

by a technicolor kitten yawn

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 i…