Saturday, April 5, 2014

Caturnalia: Distance makes the heart . . .

When I come home from work my cats celebrate. They wait at the back door for me. They follow me from room to room begging for a little pet on the head and meowing to be fed. They act extra cute forcing me to drop everything so they can finally get all the attention they deserve.


When I come home randomly in the middle of the day my cats are no where to be seen. Getting up from their naps is laborious.  It takes at least 15 minutes to greet me.


When I go out of town for several days the cats convene and decide to blacklist me. When I finally come home they are torn between “ooooooooo you’re home!” and “I am so, like, not talking to you right now.”


New Orleans Race Report coming Tuesday morning! Ok, or maybe Wednesday.