This morning I got up to study math. It was quiet in the house, Tigger was curled up on the chair. The chair, normally a beige canvas material, was dingy from contact with the animal. The surface of the coffee table, couch, antique dining table & sideboard, and the kitchen counter were all lightly stuccoed with muddy paw prints and cat hair. The statistics review sheets I had laid out were similarly smeared as if some effort to make a swallow’s nest had been attempted. I gave Tigger a menacing glance, but he was asleep. I don’t like cats, especially indoor/outdoor farts like Tigger. If I ever carry on like he does, I get in trouble. He gets cream, or snacks.
I guess it works out though, because I have a web site, and he can’t read.