Sheesh. What a day. We’ve gone from early-morning hissy-fit on Bugsy’s part, to both boys eating treats right by Base Camp door, to Bugsy actually eating part of his actual dinner right by Base Camp door, to Fangie simply deciding that enough was enough and, when I came into Base Camp with his dinner, pushing past me and making a successful jail-break into the living room — where Bugsy was.
I am now completely and totally rung out and hung out to dry, after trying to keep up with the three-ring circus that ensued.
I am so tired there’s no way I could paint any kind of picture, words or visuals, to do justice to what happened — I was on the phone to Kim, with the blow-by-blow color commentary, while hovering over the feline proceedings, traipsing after the boys from room to room with a towel ready to hand, waiting for the inevitable fury — that didn’t seem to come. They were playing, I think. When this finally sank in, I felt like some kind of dumb valet, and put the towel down.
No hostilities — for around an hour, I think it was. Then things started to deteriorate and Bugsy got really bolshie — so it was time out, Fangie back into Base Camp and Bugs and I trying to put back some semblance of our usual routine. Then back into Base Camp to hang out with Fangie while he groomed and love-bombed me and fell asleep. Then back to more routine play with Bugsy. Then washing dishes.
All this, after a day that went from confoundingly perplexing to awful, in work and other areas of life.
Now this moment with you — and then to bed.
Good night, friends. Your good wishes and support mean more to me than I can say.
Wait — I can’t hit publish without mentioning that Bugsy just showed up, walked all over my chest, and then nestled next to me purring.
Like I said. Sheesh.