Ever have one of those days (or nights, in my case)?<\/p>\n
After some cheerful “veg” time in front of the TV with the wife, I decided to go I first knew something was wrong when I felt something “squishy” under While attempting to wipe away my cat’s little work of art, a trip up the steps It came from my left. Did I really want to lift my head from the cleaning job It’s funny how just a couple of events can break up a perfectly good, and Ever have one of those days (or nights, in my case)? After some cheerful “veg” time in front of the TV with the wife, I decided to go upstairs, check my email, and maybe even write my next blog. That, however, was not meant to be (at least not right away). I first knew something […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[2],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/plan.thewoottons.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nupstairs, check my email, and maybe even write my next
\nblog<\/a>.
\nThat, however, was not meant to be (at least not right away).<\/p>\n
\nmy bare foot just outside the kitchen. Anyone who owns a pet just knows
\nthat this is a bad sign. (As a side note, the squishy game is something the pets and I play together every once and a while. Both pets eagerly await the
\narrival of our
\nnew child<\/a>
\n, as I’m sure the he or she will happily join in and
\nprobably teach them a thing or two in the process.) It seems that our cute
\nlittle kitty cat left me a present; a present that must have begun with
\nno small amount of hacking (again, those who own a cat know the sound).<\/p>\n
\nby my wife revealed that the kitty had been hard at work, obviously attempting
\nto turn our hallway into her own personal gallery of the grotesque. It wasn’t
\nreally all that bad. After all, two cat pastries is hardly a surprise
\nanymore (why have one when you can have two) and it probably serves
\nme right for snickering about a
\nfriend’s post<\/a> on the same subject
\nearlier today. Oh Lord, what was that sound?<\/p>\n
\nat hand to see what was the matter? Hey, what happened to the flower pot that
\nused to sit on the window sill? When did the floor of the kitchen become
\nthe inside of an Indian teepee? Who fertilized the tile? Oh, there’s the flower
\npot. It’s now over there. What used to be planted in there anyway?<\/p>\n
\nperfectly peaceful, routine. A couple of bad events in succession
\ncan make it seem like the world is quickly becoming unraveled; even if,
\nin truth, those events create only minor inconveniences. Maybe I should appreciate simple silence, like the quiet outside of my window right now,
\na bit more and maybe I should appreciate the cat’s cute little purr each and
\nevery time. After all, the next noise she makes could be much more
\nsinister.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"