Cat Horoscope To Blame?
The trials of Minkey’s sudden New Age mellowness… This morning, I awoke to the melodious sound of violent bazooka-barfing, right beside my bed. It’s my own fault, really. I wasn’t able to get Minkey’s special Royal Canin Siamese food so I made do with another expensive premium product.
I blearily got up, cleaned it up, and did all the other tasks involved in the disposal of revolting cat presents.
By this time, I was thoroughly awake, in spite of finally having fallen into bed at 3:41 a.m. – only 2 hours before.
Minkey, of course, was blissfully asleep by the time I finally sat down at my computer.
I fired it up, downloaded my emails for the day and prepared to get back to my job as a ghostwriter.
There in my spam filter lay a “CatScope” from iVillage. Intrigued, I previewed it. And this is what it says for “The Taurus Cat”:
“Open up and make sure that your human companions really know how you feel. It’s a good time for you to make a big show out of disdaining food you don’t care for or otherwise showing off.“
That cat is just plain spooky sometimes, you know…
I knew it!!! It’s finally happened, my cats horoscope is more accurate than my own. It’s some kind of cat conspiracy with the psychic world… thank goodness they don’t have thumbs or else I’d have to lock up my tarot cards…