Jabberwocky for 2002 October 12 (entry 0)

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: Poor Xochitl. I was out doing maintenance in the back yard and she took a running leap right into the spa. She's used to having the cover on, but this time she did a big splashy bellyflop. What a look on her face: shock, anger, wetrattedness. She swam frantically for shore, but couldn't climb out, and I had to fish her out. I've been keeping it heated to 104 degrees, so I'm sure she thought she was going to cook up into catsoup. She's exhausted now from bathing and bathing and bathing trying to dry herself. She wouldn't let me dry her with a towel as she felt somehow that the drenching was all my fault.


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