Really, I shouldn’t have. But sometimes, you just can’t keep the bubbles from coming to the surface, you know?
Phoebe has gotten affectionate. I don’t know when it happened, or why, but it did. She’s decided at night, that she wants to be our best friends. She’s all over both of us.
Well, the other night, I was stretched out on the sofa, Brian on the loveseat. Both of us had a fair amount of kitty cats on us, around us, close to us. Phoebe came over to me, I petted her head, she went to the back of the sofa. We’re watching television and Brian jumps up from his prone position, yelling and cussing.
I was a little concerned, asked him what was going on.
“Some black cat just pissed on my head!”
Okay, here come the bubbles. Stop. I command them to stop. Stay down, please. Do NOT come to the surface. It’s very hard. I get up, start walking around. At this point, I’m not sure exactly which black cat it was. Kirby and Mickey are on the sofa. Captain is back in the office. Monica is in the bedroom window. Joey is in the garage on top of a cat condo. Little Bit isn’t even a consideration. Ross is in the living room, in a cat bed. By process of elimination, it’s Phoebe.
At this point, Brian is in the kitchen, wiping his hair and head off. I walk by him, heading for the laundry room, looking for black cats. He says “don’t laugh, it’s not funny”. Bubbling is getting worse. I hide my mouth behind my hand. But my voice….my voice is being weird. “I’m not laughing.” “Yes, you are”, he replies. And as he repeats “it’s not funny”, he starts to laugh.
I bust up. “I’m sorry, but it really is funny”, I tell him.
When we went to bed, Phoebe went over to check on him. He mumbled for her to get away from him.
Then he started petting her. She purred.
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