had a great insight on Don Quixote today, a little curiosity I read. On the ride home, I considered it. I lay on the couch to sip wine, pop peanuts and let the idea stew while watching dumb anime. And then the two little creatures found me.
As you might have seen on my general blog, we’ve adapted two kitties, Chinki and Ritz. They are adorable family members, each as big as your hand, who came up to see what Daddy was up to and to get their cold little noses into everything. Picked up a couple of ribbon toys and tossed them on the sofa and let them play happy. I’d slumped down for the final five minutes of predictable Asian storytelling (the Japanese – their art is amazing but their storytelling is a tad predicable). As it turned out, Ritz walked up my tossed left arm, to settle on my shoulder. And Chinki, after some walking about squeaking, she settled on the right. And there I was as the credits rolled with my furry epaulettes. Luckily I could thumb off the Roku without shifting anyone.
(Even as I write these words, someone is below my chair, sniffing my heel. These guys are everywhere)
Like the French noble I read about some time ago who cut off an expensive sleeve lest he rouse a sleeping kitten, I let them sleep. Eventually everyone rolled up into a fuzzy ball on my chest, and I carefully cradled them with my palms to keep them cozy and warm. Drowsy, I found myself napping as well, my cutting-sharp idea fading. By the time I work up and coaxed these ear-muffs off, the entire urgency was gone. Now I didn’t have anything to write about. Anything at all.
Well, except this.
Maybe next week.