I pissed on my cat today.
Well, one of my cats.
We have two.
The older one is a long hair female.
The younger one is a short hair male.
Still a kitten really,
But close to adulthood.
He’s the one I pissed on.
He’s curious and loves to play.
The female cat hates him.
She’s probably happy I pissed on him.
It happened in the bathroom.
Thank goodness, right?
I swear it wasn’t my fault.
Except I left the door open.
He wandered in
To see what the commotion was.
The commotion was me.
Pissing.
It was one of those early morning pisses.
Long and hot.
Dark yellow.
You know.
Piss.
The cat stood up on his hind legs.
He peered into the bowl.
He could do that
Since I was standing.
Yes.
I am a man.
A man who pissed on a cat.
I mentioned before how the cat is curious.
And I’ve worried about that curiosity before.
Especially while pissing.
He’s jumped to climb my leg to get to my car keys before.
I thought about that then.
Not to brag, but I’m bigger than my car key.
Wink.
And right then I was exposed.
One curious leap and …
…
Honestly, I don’t want to think about it.
Just believe me.
I was worried.
So believe me when I say
I did not expect him to jump up on the rim of the bowl
To get a better look.
At the piss.
I guess.
He’s a male cat.
I assumed he knew how this worked.
Then it happened.
I simply could no longer resist.
Despite everything running through my mind
All the anxiety and confusion
About a cat watching me piss.
I could no longer hold back.
I yawned.
It was a morning piss.
I don’t really wake up for an hour or more after.
Yawns are expected.
A yawn while pissing isn’t a major ordeal.
Usually.
Maybe you splash a little.
Maybe you clean up after.
I’m certain I do.
Wink.
But never before
In all my pissing.
Had I yawned with a cat on the bowl.
I’m not sure,
What happened.
Exactly.
Did my aim stray?
No, that never happens.
Wink.
Did the cat reach in to touch the piss?
Taste it?
Eww.
Or lose balance?
No idea.
Two seconds later
Two seconds of
Screaming cat
Splashing water
And piss
My yawn ended.
Piss was everywhere.
My cat?
Gone.
Damage done,
I finished.
I flushed.
And then
I went back to bed.
I know a sign when I see one.
OK, everyone. Take off your impostor masks and relax for the few minutes it takes to read this.
Despite writing next to nothing in the past many months, I do have a writer's group. We have five regular members and meet once a month to share the joys and (mostly) pains of the writing process. I always leave each meeting with a renewed purpose and a little something extra.
Of the little something extras, I've most recently discovered Becca Syme of the Quitcast YouTube channel. Becca is a "Gallup-Certified Strengths coach, author coach, and nonfiction author". Her books include titles such as "Dear Author, You Need to Quit", "Dear Writer, Are You in Burn Out?", and "Dear Writer, Are You Intuitive?".
I watched many of Becca's videos on YouTube, and she has this really annoying but uplifting saying that I felt compelled to share: "Impostors do not get Imposter Syndrome".
Well ... shit. There goes my entire identity as a writer, which is why I find that somewhat annoying. BUT one of my greatest ...
I've had my head stuck in the sand for the last several months. Life's been not-bad, but I have to admit, I've had a negative drive to do anything, but I feel like I'm coming out of that now.
Currently the family and I are in Mississippi due to a death in the family. My wife's father passed away this past weekend after his health had been in decline for the past couple years. He was a man of strength, and his presence will be felt and missed.
I'm working on a short story and getting back to work on book two of Charlotte. The itch is returning, and I'm ready to begin the discipline once more.
Later folks!
~Joe
Hey folks.
I'm back.
I'm researching the 100 Days when Napoleon had escaped Elba and returned to power in France. On this website: The Last Stand, Napoleon's 100 Days in 100 Objects, I found the following (https://100days.eu/items/show/48) which made me laugh. I thought I would share with you.
The Duchesse d’Angoulême
Contributed by: Thomas Stammers
Eldest daughter and only surviving child of Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette, Marie-Thérèse, duchesse d’Angoulême, led a spirited opposition to Napoleon during the 100 Days. She had gone to Bordeaux at the start of March expecting to celebrate the first anniversary of Wellington’s capture of the port, but swung into action as the crisis unfolded.
Despite reports that Napoleon’s ally General Clauzel was closing in on Bordeaux, she steadfastly refused to flee and instead tried to rally the troops to the Bourbon cause. After constant pressure, she finally agreed to leave the port on 2nd April, accepting that to stay any longer ...