... I was brainwashed by the Mothership.

I woke up a bit early and in a pretty chipper mood. I went into the kitchen where I found Dusty sitting at on the table staring out the window. I scooped him up and held his bloated carcass high in the air (like an offering) and proclaimed rather loudly, "YOU are the chosen one. Let me bask in your feline greatness. Behold world (shoving him toward the window), he is udderly flabulous."

Boy did Dust looked horrified. I continued to babble on about how a cat of his stature should not have to walk on the ground (his paw pads were very cold) and that I alone would be his vehicle of mobility. That his feet would never again touch down on terra firma. I made my bowl of cereal, got my juice, took my meds all while Dust rode proud on my shoulder all the while proclaiming and rambling on and on......... until........ my husband entered the kitchen. He walked by and gave me a look and wide berth. He then backed away, just staring at me in sheer horror. I immediately put Dust down and ate my Cheerios. It was a scary moment.

I guess I will have to wear my foil hat, with matching bra and panties, all the time now. Be careful out there.

Copyright © Tambra Jo Gwozdz
December 19, 2001