Never Break Kitty Cuddles

For the first time since I brought her home, Cleo fell asleep on my chest (like she was hugging me) and actually stayed for an extended period. A few minutes after she got settled, she was *out* like a light. I didn’t dare move. Princess Cleopatra has a zero tolerance policy for disrupting her sleep. An hour went by and all was well; however, I had adulting to do and all I could accomplish with her was napping in tandem.

Reluctantly, I woke her and got up from the recliner to begin my day. As I hobbled out to the porch and looked back to close the door, the last thing I saw was the disapproving look from my Bombay as she was meat-loafed on the couch staring in my direction – Yeah, like I needed extras for breaking the cuddle.

1. Stop by my s/o’s work.
2. Stop at ALDI.
3. Stop at Kroger.
4. Get my haircut.

First stop, s/o’s work. The rearview mirror fell off the RAV. I planned to fix it so she’d have it for her drive home. I remembered to pack the glue, a razor, window cleaner, and rags. I felt confident I could get it taken care of in no time.

Oops… I drove a mile past where I needed to turn. I had to double back. Half way to her work, it hit me that I forgot the sandpaper to clean the metal puck… I’d have to use the razor blade. That will suck, but it’s my only option.

I get to her work and find her car -at which point I remembered I forgot the extra key. I can’t get into her car. She’s not available during work and I had idea where she was working today so I was SOL.

No sandpaper but that’s ok, no key either.

I decide to drive to ghetto Aldi since it’s the closest. Maybe I won’t encounter any lot merchants begging for gas money. I pulled into the ALDI parking lot to discover an empty building. I forgot it moved across the bridge. Do I pop over there or go to the one I originally wanted? Well, Kroger’s was just up the street so I optioned to go to ghetto Kroger and make adjustments from there.

No sandpaper. No key. No ALDI.

Arrived at Kroger’s. You know it’s an exciting location when an armed guard is standing by the front door. Anyway, I grabbed a basket. All I needed was peanut butter powder and possibly something to make for dinner.

Nothing. They didn’t carry PBP. No sense in getting anything else because I had to go to another grocery store anyway.

No sandpaper. No key. No ALDI. No Kroger’s.

I called Gucci Kroger’s from the ghetto location and asked if they stocked PBP -even verifying what aisle it would be found in once I got there.

At least Fantastic Sam’s was across the street from ghetto Kroger’s. I’d stop there to get my hair cut. No groceries in the car yet so no worries… Right?

Only one stylist working and there were 2 old ladies in front of me. His day was shot.

No sandpaper. No key. No ALDI. No Krogers. No haircut.

I headed to Gucci Kroger. At minimum, I could get stuff for dinner. They had everything I needed and a ton of stuff I didn’t need to be exposed to. They’re too much like Bed Bath & Beyond – “buy one get one free” on junk food and all that adds tonnage and eats away at my ridiculously expensive dental work.

I decided to call it a day and passed on ALDI. I’d had enough adventure.

Hours later when I arrived home, the princess was at the door looking sleepy, yet inquisitive… She knew. Once I was inside, she went back to hunting lizards in our garage. No interest in my existence at the moment. She had reptiles to dismember.

I broke the cuddle and went 1 for 6 on what I needed to get done today. Next time, I’ll honor the rules and stay put until cuddles are over as per her determination.