Yesterday I woke up feeling...well, 'blah'.
'Blah'; with a bit of 'meh' mixed in.
I think Mom was feeling the same way,
because we didn't even go get the mail until after dark.
I thought perhaps a good nighttime recon would help,
but all I got was some time outside on the tether.
I looked for Angel, but she wasn't there.
I waited patiently.
Finally, my patience paid off.
Angel appeared in the window.
Oh, and so did that tabby that lives there too.
I was happy to see Angel,
but I was still feeling a bit lackadaisical.
I think she was too.
Maybe it's spreading.
Later in the evening, when the whole family was
relaxing in the living room,
I my mood was positively dreary.
I tried to make the best of it by stealing the
good chair when Daddy got up for a second.
Even though he let me keep it for awhile,
it didn't improve my malaise.
I moved to the box.
At some point Mom began to feel sorry for me.
She attempted to play with me.
I attempted to play,
but I just couldn't get into it.
So Mom tried opening a window for me.
I enjoyed that for about 20 seconds.
Then Mom put my carpet piece in front of the
door so I could sit on it and look outside at the same time.
While this was a welcome change,
it still did little to improve my mood.
Then Mom became really desperate.
Mind you, not desperate enough to take
me for a nice long nighttime recon.
Still, I wasn't going to complain about
her latest attempt to cheer me up.
She brought out...
(Dun dun DUN!)
This I enjoyed for about 30 seconds.
Then I sat and stared out the window.
Of course, the nip was slowly making
its way into my system.
So, with little warning,
I got hit with a burst of energy!
I ran amok for about...
Then the melancholy swept over me once again.
I'm beginning to think I'm missing something.
Something about this week has been different,
but I just can't put my paw on it.