A House Gone Mad???

That is not, alas, a rhetorical question...

Earlier today, I found myself rolling around my very small flat wondering...

not the expected, "where have I left my keys?" which I'm prone to misplacing, or the almost-never queried, "now, I know those reading glasses were at the bedside the last I looked,"

but, "where did I leave that cup of steaming tea?" Hot tea, especially when it is the first cup of the day, is a bit hard to loose...

Peering into my closet-like kitchen, no tea...

Glancing into the front room and lingering over every flat surface, again, no tea...

Checking the bathroom mirror for traces of condensation, and the cabinet, for a stray cup, no tea.

Finding the bedroom's bedside table bare but for a single tome, I looked at the desk, and again, no tea there...

It wasn't until I spied a strange lump on the floor that clarity dawned...

A flattened and chewed tea bag, sans string, met my eye, as did a chagrined feline, who apparently, in playing with the string on the bag, had knocked the works under the bed...

His wet paws and frightened countenance aside, he is now resting comfortably...

The moral of this tale, should there be one, is this:

Never leave your tea or your cat unattended, especially in the same room.


Until Next Time...

Theme Thursday: "Castles"

Life On The Couch

No Castles Here
Nor Knights, errant
No Spires or spikes,
Love stories, unrequited or full in the vibrancy of their thrall.

Simply a hand in mine, fingers laced, as the cat naps, his tail twitching with each breath, dreaming.

You glance at me, I meet your eyes,
holding the curve of your cheek in my mind,
a picture in companionable silence.

E, 2009