Going downhill
It’s been sort of a difficult weekend for me and I have thus, taken to Kip’s bar.
Kip left for some conference in San Diego and B has not really provided me with the lap that I want/need/desire. Yesterday, she and her friend Erica made cookies. I wanted to help and thus, jumped onto the counter, but was promptly removed. There was some talk about getting some kitten hair into the dough. I tried again, ignoring B, but was removed again. This time, she raised her voice and I got some of the raw dough onto my fur. Sigh! I liked it off, but I actually, do not care much for sweet things.
This morning, B got up early to go to yoga. I wanted to stay in bed and cuddle with her like I do with Kip in the morning, but she pushed me aside. She did it gently, though. Now, she is watching the Pat’s game. Again, not my thing. I was hoping that now baseball season is over, we can sit together on the couch again. But no, now it is football season. It just never stops. And football is wicked loud. All these people in the stadium scream and the people discussing the game (what a useless job) are always raising their voices. I am not liking it at all.
So, I am taking over the bar and will try all the different bottles till Kip and my lap return. So far, the limoncelli has been been my favorite.
