It's Gonna Be A Good Day

Through my 6:30 a.m. drowsiness, I felt fat cat Slim Jim tense up on the bed next to me. Then he began to gag, graphically, right beside my left ear.

Fortunate for Slim Jim, his four plump paws hit the bedroom floor mere seconds before most of his predawn snack of mouse did the same. As I leapt out of bed, Slim Jim ran with his fat cat sides waddling, pausing once more to spit up in the bedroom doorway. I raced after him. Big Guy slept on.

In chubby cat fashion, Slim Jim dove awkwardly into the piano room--seeking to upchuck in comfort on the Oriental rug. I grabbed his right hind leg and tugged hard to drag him off the rug. Then, I threw him outside. 

In that moment, I knew my Friday would get better. Birdie and I are driving to Mizzou today to enjoy a Girls Weekend with Daisy. I can think of more pleasant signs of Good Karma and a great day in the making. But I'll take the sign Slim Jim provided, whole mouse tail and all.