Monday Morning Bringdown

Well. The Girl is apparently out of town for awhile. That means I stay inside all day long.

I am not amused.

Zephyr doesn't mind, of course. He's never been outside this house for more than a minute, and that one excursion was closely supervised. He doesn't seem to know what he's missing anyway. That's probably for the best. A simple lad like Zeph could get eaten alive out in the real world. Literally. It makes me sad to even think of that possibility. . . he's better off staying inside. I mean, if we were outside and some neighbourhood toughs tried to start a rumble, I'd protect him and all. But what if he got jumped when I was napping in a neighbour's garden and I didn't hear him calling me (Zephyr's roar sounds like this: "meep")? You're best off as an indoor cat, brother.

As for me, I'm going to let my anger and resentment fester for just a bit, and we'll see where that takes me.