Meow House Theatre

Yes after a long catnap, the felines have returned. Well I’m sorry but they were tired!

Hector enjoys sleeping in drawers

I just came back from lunch. While walking into my building, I held the door open for some dude not once but TWICE. And not once but TWICE did he neglect to say “thank you” or even give me a little nod. I might has well have been the Invisible Hand of the Door God.

In my efforts to be a kinder, gentler person, I’m not going to assume he was some rude jerk-off who probably thinks he’s entitled to having doors held open for him. I’m going to choose to believe he could not say thanks because he tragically lost his tongue in an unfortunate accident, probably involving a frozen fence post and Larry Craig. Poor thing.

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Oh FINE maybe he was just distracted and lost in his own thoughts. All right, I get it. I will cut him some slack. It’s okay. I guess it makes up for that time I hit my sister in the eye with a hot tea bag because I wasn’t paying attention to where I was flicking it. I felt really bad about that.