Saturday

14 January 2017

Like most Saturdays, this morning I put my laptop into my backpack, shoved wallet and keys into pockets, and put on a sweatshirt; Saturdays are for sitting at a table in Starbucks with more tea than I need to drink while I pretend to work. This Saturday, I needed to run to Walmart first to pick up the Spouse Thingy's meds from the pharmacy, and Max kindly escorted me to the door.

Hey. Move it closer. I can't reach.
Every time I leave the house, if there's a cat near, I tell them I'll be back. It's only polite, and there might be a tiny part of them that actually gives a damn.

This time I told Max I was going to the store.

And then asked if he needed anything.

And then I actually waited for a response.

In my defense, I have not slept much in the last week, because the little shit sits outside my door and talks all damned night.

Still.

I waited.

Shuddup.


4 comments:

Angel, Kirby and Max said...

Been there!

Zippy, Sadie, Speedy and M'Gee said...

It happens here a lot. I don't even have the excuse of not enough sleep.

Just Ducky said...

Mum tells me where she is going, she never has asked if she can bring me something home.

Katie Kat said...

He probably thought you already knew what he wanted at the store, cause he meyowled about all night...