weaktwos

Everything seemed fairly normal today, relative to last night. Except my position on the bed.

I am down at the foot of the bed, and outside of the covers.

And there are two men in my bed.

I have four legs. And a lot of fur. I get up, arch my back in a way I have never done, and turned around to face the closet mirror.

Instead of gasping in surprise, I emitted a squeak. I look like a cat! Don't panic.

And just who are these guys in my bed? Slowly, I slink up to get a better look. One only has one eye, and yet is still an adorable looking man. I delicately approach the other, sniffing his hair, and surveying him, with one paw delicately on his silvery gray hair. My goodness, it was so soft!

Oh no. He woke up...And now he's cuddling me. Wait! Hey! That tickles. Oh...yeah...behind the neck...that's the stuff.

The other wakes up, and it's his turn to deliver cuddles.

"Morning, Max, " the gray one says to the blind one.

Yup...I have traded places with my cats. And they are a gay couple. I'm destined to eat kibble and meat chunks.

I'll get hairballs.

And now I have to go use the litter box.

Oh well. At least I'll get to nap more often. I can now lick myself in places I thought were impossible to reach.

I have to go. It is morning, and they are getting frisky. The good news is, the house looks spotless.

Happy Birthday, Lewis Carrol.