My cat, Simon, insists on eating the instant I open my eyes, so this morning I climbed from my uncomfortable bed, and delivered Mr. narcissism his breakfast. I fumbled around in the kitchen, my eyes barely focused, and my mind in a dreamy haze, searching for the cat’s breakfast, and listening to his chorus of, MEOW, MEOW, and MEOW. Why do cats pretend you cannot hear their loud meowing instructions?
Since I saw the blood before my brain could register the pain, I just stared at the back of my hand, and imagined the effect this accident could have on the rest of my day. I ran to the bathroom and put my hand under cool running water, watching the blood wash away, and imagining my immediate future.
Simon must have accidentally scratched me in my sleep. Simon is the first cat I've ever owned, and although I love him, he will be the last. I've had dogs all of my life, so Simon
After running cold water on the cut, to stop the bleeding, I searched the medicine cabinet with my left hand for a band-aid, but I could not find one! While frantically searching the cabinet with my good hand, I tried to move the injured hand away from the running water, however the bleeding was profuse, so I put it back under the bathroom faucet. I couldn't believe I was stuck at the mercy of the bathroom faucet, because I couldn’t find a band-aid.
I may forever live in bondage over the bathroom sink, my hand under water, unable to live my life, all because I forgot to get band-aids at the drug store! I've been so busy lately, I can't remember to get things like band-aids, and other much needed items and now I was paying the price. I began to panic, but continued the search while holding my hand under the running water, until thank goodness, I found one lonely band-aid crumbled in the back of the medicine cabinet, a case of serendipity for sure.
Thank goodness, because now I was free to drive an hour to my mothers, after I let my cat Simon go free, wash the endless supply of dirty clothes that one college student can dirty, work on a book proposal, write tomorrows post, oh, and lets not forget, go to the grocery store to get what I’m going to cook tonight.
That's it, except, I feel as if I am forgetting something, which again, I do when I'm in a hurry. Oh well, if it was important I would remember, right? Well, even if there is, there is one thing of which I'm certain, something will surely happen to get my attention, and thereby help me remember.