For Mother's Day, my four-legged children (a.k.a. cats) gave me a morning of alone time. Alone time means I'm allowed to sit on the sofa, watch TV, surf on my laptop, or read, without my cats headbutting, pawing or meowing to get and keep my undivided attention.
Kat stayed upstairs and slept at Poseidon's feet, and Kwinn decided to use our cable box as a day spa. These spa visits started 3 weeks ago with just a brief checking out of the facilities (this strange warm box that he's passed 100 times a day for nearly 4 years on his way to his cat food bowl). He is now an avid fan of the spa and I believe he's written a review on Yelp.
What is it about this cable box spa that he finds so appealing? Heat? Slight humming sound? The low vibrations make him sleepy? He thinks he is "hiding?" Maybe it's just his neurosis due to years of Siamese inbreeding (more than likely...ding, ding, ding, and we have a winner)?
As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end, and by early evening, my four-leggers were all about hanging on Mommy again, but I didn't mind. My only worrisome thought? If the cable box when the cable box goes on the fritz, how am I going to explain the huge hair ball and kitty-sized spa robe they find inside to Time Warner Cable?
--Fortuitous Observer