Twice today our geriatric kitty showed me that she doesn’t understand the concept of aging. This morning Jezebel took a running leap for the sofa arm and landed belly first across it. The little brat scrabbled up, unhurt, and trotted across the cushions.
|Me, a brat? Naw...|
Fast forward to early afternoon. I went downstairs to use our NordicTrack. Five minutes into the planned twenty, I saw Jezebel sniffing around the table legs supporting my laptop. Without fanfare she leapt for the top and, again, didn’t stick the landing.
Watching her fall (again unhurt and unfazed, thank heaven) upset me to the point I stopped exercising, picked her up, and cuddled her in a nearby chair for several minutes. Perhaps next time I’ll close the cellar door behind me.
Meanwhile, Sandee of Comedy Plus shared some comical quips today. Ironically, my favorite regards aging. Check out her Happy Tuesday post if you want a chuckle.
How many times did you hear “Act your age” as a child? How many parents say such a thing these days, do you think?