Cats and humans should nap and watch football on Sunday afternoon
Today is Sunday and I am not writing today. I know I signed up for the 31 Day Blogging Challenge, but I don’t want to write today. And because I don’t want to write, I won’t.
I want to take a nap. Cats and humans should nap on Sunday afternoon. So I will.
No one is making me write. Not one is telling me I have to write every day. I hate it when someone tells me I “have to” do something.
I am so much like my typist. She hates it when someone tells her, “You should do this.” I hate it too. You should catch more mice. You should always wipe your feet after you get out of the litter box. You should not spray on the potted plants in the house.
So. Today I am not writing. I will take a nap. And after I wake up I will watch some football.
“Pooh! Really? You like football? How could I have been typing for you this long and never realize you like football?”
“There are many things you don’t know about me Mrs. Hodges. I love a good football game.”
“Pooh, you are a cat with many stories. And, for a cat who didn’t want to write today. You did write.”
It is time for my nap now. Oh, I don’t like being told what I should do. But. I like to tell you what you should do. If you are a human or a cat, take a nap and watch football.
“And, Mrs. Hodges, you “should” take a nap too. You are a little grumpy today.”
“Yes, Grumpy. Please finish typing the ending to my story as I dictated earlier. I do love you Mrs. Hodges. But would you get that crabby look off of your face and take a nap.”
All my best,
p.s. Are you going to take a nap today? Watch football? As always, I love to hear from you. Click here to comment, or just scroll to the bottom of the page if you are on the blog.
p.s.s Here are a few links to football teams.
Saskatchewan Roughriders : my favorite team, in honor of my Nana, and my typist who grew up in Saskatchewan
Minnesota Vikings in honor of my Nana from Minnesota. They are apparently not doing so well this year.
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About Pooh Hodges
I have had a hard life. Born to a single mother in a back alley in Wisconsin. I never knew my father. My sister died young. I am writing my story. Look for it.