In fifteen minutes, it will be time to feed the cats
I have no ideas for a fresh blog post. That’s why I typed the header about the cats. Right now, none of my three cats are anywhere. They lurk. I think they actually have a Narnia-wardrobe somewhere in the house and disappear for voyages on the Dawn Treader with Lucy, Edmund, Eustace, and Prince Caspian.
Fine, maybe they’ll start writing sage and quasi-luminous posts in exchange for their four squares a day.
[time passes as I wonder how many people reading blogs today know what four squares a day means.]
In ten minutes, it will be time to feed the cats. I’ll probably get to the kitchen on time because I’ve decided that those who don’t know what “four squares a day” means can Google it.
I thought perhaps I’d announce a book sale or an Amazon giveaway. Tomorrow, I think. Watch my twitter account (https://twitter.com/MalcolmCampbell) for notices. That’s where I mention Amaon giveaways because those come and go way too fast for a WordPress post.
The lights just flicked. One thing about being hard of hearing means that I don’t hear rain. The weather radar, which is showing red for this part of the county, indicates it’s raining like hell outside. Who knew?
Maybe that’s why the cats are missing. They’re under a bed or a couch.
[time passes while I go look outside]
I hope the weather radar liars got their pay docked today. It’s not yet raining like hell outside. But now that I wasted time going to look, I’m probably going to be late feeding the cats.
It’s what they’ve come to expect. I don’t know about you, but just looking at the photograph of their dinner makes my mouth water.
Keep watch on that twitter account tomorrow for some great giveaways.