i'm sitting here at my computer, watching my cute caramel cat slumbering peacefully on my bed.
his greatest talent seems to be sleeping. all the comfortable nooks in our house bear prints of his fat body.
my dad always loudly reprimands danny (my cat) when he sees him curled up and snoozing.
but today i realized that sometimes it is good to have a "cat day".
i have this deep aversion to vegetating at home. even when i'm exhausted, i'll never turn down someone's invite to go out to coffee or go to an event.
i purposely like to fill up my schedule to the brim. i suppose its to combat my insecurities about myself and the type of person i am.
but not too long ago, someone taught me the simple joy of just sitting on your bed and reading reading reading. or thinking thinking thinking. don't force yourself to do things. thanks for that. you may have not even known you taught me this, since you led by example.
so today was my first "cat day" in a while. i woke up, ate some cereal and french fries, read half of "Return of the King" under my fluffy covers, played Gofish with my sister, played Neopets with my sister (haha!) and then snuggled under the covers some more while watching the last 2 episodes of House. my cat accompanied me through all these activities, ensconced between my sheets. now my mom is coming home and we're going to all go out to dinner.
it's been a good day. a lazy, enjoyable day of sitting around and being still, ignoring the world that spins furiously outside.
it's been a good day.