The Things I Do for Love

I guess I should better communicate my plans sometimes. I had thought to visit my family yesterday, and it never dawned on me that it may have been wise to tell them, because when I made my way back to Monrovia, I arrived to an empty house save for two sleeping cats. Not that I'm sore about having cats to myself, I was a little sad to know that I wouldn't see my family.

Especially since I didn't know if they were alive, or not.

Saving you the paranoid details I just deleted, after about an hour of frantic calling beforehand, I learned that everyone's safe and accounted for.

But it's times like these that make me realize that I'm always a little sad to come home to an empty house - even back in high school when I'd come home to an empty house, it was always a lonely and sad feeling.

But now we have kitties.

In particular, one lonely kitty who missed my papa, and likes to cuddle when it's chilly out. All of which, I exploited for some cuddle times with my boy-cat, which he also exploited for a warm place to sleep.

A place where he got to sleep all night. On the couch. As I woke up, completely uncomfortable through the night, and finally left (sadly) a bit after 5 to beat the traffic.

I should be thankful for the June Gloom for the cuddles opportunity, otherwise Arlo would have stayed on the dining room table chairs, looking cute, but unwilling to cuddle so long as he has a black, fuzzy pelt on him. What I shouldn't be thankful for is the fact that they call it June Gloom, even though it really starts in May. I always remember this time of year as gloomy days (though not always a bad thing), and I remember when I was much, much smaller, I was kind of bummed when the sun wasn't around when my birthday rolled in. It comes in a month sooner, so why not May Gloom? Wouldn't that be more accurate? Why not give May the gloomy love, too?

But I guess the vowel rhyme rolls off the tongue better. And I'm a sucker for it too.