The fog comes. on little cat feet. It sits looking. over harbor and city. on silent haunches. and then moves on.”. ― Carl Sandburg,

Ever have one of “those” days?

First it was the fog.

I was at Bunny’s house, 2 miles from my house, working on a jigsaw puzzle.

Geez!  I better get home.

It’s dark and foggy.

Driving down the rural roads, with no street lights nor road markings, I had no idea where the hell I was.

I was heading for disaster.

I surely would die in the fog.

Amazingly, somehow, I turned around and went back to Bunny’s.

Ray brought me a pillow and blanket, after deciding the fog was getting worse by the minute.

George, the wonder dog climbed up on the couch with me.  Geez is he heavy!

I told Bunny why the heck didn’t you get a chihuahua?

We decided to watch A FEW GOOD MEN, which we have seen at least a dozen times.

Out of the blue, the princess strolled in.

What the hell?  You were driving in the fog?

“Yup, it was bad, but I couldn’t let you two have a sleep over without me.”

Now there were 3 of us on the couch, with George laying flat out, heavier with each passing minute.

Princess had a cocktail in her hand, and wouldn’t shut the hell up during the movie.

Of course, she fell asleep with her cocktail in her lap.

I gently removed it. 

Nope, she didn’t wake up, but at least Bunny and George and I could watch the movie.

Time for nighty night.

Now there were 2 of us on the couch, one passed out, and me.

It was uncomfortable on that couch, with sleeping beauty, who managed to continue her beauty rest, sitting up.

Morning arrived early, 530, and guess what? 

The princess was gone.

She sneaked out after her nap.

What the hell?

Is the fog gone?

No!!!!

Now what?

The forecast:  should ease by 7am.

When the sun came out, I drove home safely.

I must be a cat.  I had used up one of my 9 lives.

Guess you will still have to put up with me, at least until my feline lives expire.

Wolf