The other morning Ozzy and I got up while it was still dark outside. Actually…it’s always dark when Ozzy and I get up.
I opened the door to let Ozzy outside. Instead of his usual mad dash for squirrels, he took one step and then froze (not literally) in the doorway.
He looked at me, and I swear he said, “I don’t have to pee that bad. I can hold it.”
Esme Kitty saw his hesitation as her chance, and she dashed out while meow-yelling, “YOU CAN NEVER TAKE…MY FREEDOM!”
I let go of the door and reached down to grab Esme. Unfortunately, that lined up my eye with the door handle. SMACK!
The next 5 seconds went like this:
Thoughtsy: Power through the pain! Must…get…black cat…before the darkness swallows her up whole.
Ozzy Pups: THE CAT IS ESCAPING! ::he starts to chase Esme::
Thoughtsy: Screw the cat. She has fur for a reason. Ozzy will herd her home anyways.
Ozzy Pups: ::after 5 steps:: Screw the cat. It’s even too cold for chasing.
Thoughtsy: I will never forgive myself if Esme turns into a catsicle. ::walks outside::
Esme: Freedom is cold. So very cold.
And that’s when Esme ran back to the door and started pawing at it to be let in. Ozzy followed.
Once back inside, my adrenaline rush was over. My head raced:
- I’m gonna have a black eye.
- Do I put steak on it or frozen peas?
- What if I have a concussion? I shouldn’t go to sleep.
- WHAT IF I DON’T EVEN HAVE AN EYE ANYMORE?!?!?!
The good news is I still have a fully functioning eye. The bad news is it looks like I’ve applied blue and purple eyeshadow to only one eye. I can’t wait it turns green.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Ok, I’ll admit it…..I took the baby out for key lime pie martinis. What? I’ve been waiting for you FOREVER. At least somebody in your family still knows how to have some fun!”—Misty’s Laws