Hawaii was great. But I missed home. Especially Cyrus, who is currently wedged between me and the keyboard, sleeping. I would take a picture, but if I move my arms enough to take one, he will wake up.
And possibly shred me.
Since I got back, he seems to be displaying some pretty heavy separation anxiety. Every day now when I try to go to work, he does his best to interfere with the process. Getting out the door is down to trickery and rocket science when it comes to keeping him from escaping outside.
When I arrive home, he is waiting for me. This is like before, but he is much more insistent on getting playtime in. If I don’t play with him, he begins being evil. Such is the way of things.
I never fully understood how I got such a clingy cat, though I’m definitely not complaining. Cyrus, though thoroughly capable of being evil, demands a lot more attention and affection that almost any other cat I know of. Which is fine with me. He helps keep me sane.
Speaking of insanity… I went tornado chasing on Saturday.
But I’m going to make you wait a day before I tell you what happened.
One hint: I said the words “This is so not a good place to be in five minutes.”
And I was right.












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