(C) Daily Kos This story was originally published by Daily Kos and is unaltered. . . . . . . . . . . Caturday Pootie Diary: The time thief [1] ['This Content Is Not Subject To Review Daily Kos Staff Prior To Publication.'] Date: 2023-06-17 “I need to go to bed,” I told the cat curled up between my legs. I was reclined on the couch, sleepy and trying to work up the will to go to my room. Freddie gave a deep sigh, but otherwise did not move. “I know, but I’m trying to get up earlier. Which means going to bed earlier.” “Already in bed,” he murmured, closing his eyes. A gentle reminder of how we do things: 🐱🐶🐦 Do not troll the diary. If you hate pootie diaries, leave now. No harm, no foul. Please do share pics of your fur kids! If you have health/behavior issues with your pets, feel free to bring it to the community. Pooties are cats; Woozles are dogs. Birds... are birds! Peeps are people. Whatever happens in the outer blog STAYS in the outer blog. If you’re having “issues” with another Kossack, keep it “out there.” This is a place to relax and play; please treat it accordingly. There are some pics we never post: snakes, creepy crawlies, any and all photos that depict or encourage human cruelty toward animals. These are considered “out of bounds” and will not be tolerated. If we alert you to it, please remember that we do have phobic peeps who react strongly to them. If you keep posting banned pics...well then...the Tigress will have to take matters in hand. Or, paw. I looked at my watch. Somehow, thirty minutes had passed since my decision to go to bed. I looked down at Freddie. “It’s pretty comfy right here,” I acknowledged. “Very,” he said, not opening his eyes. “But I do need to go to bed. We can get comfy there!” He yawned, then squeezed himself into a tighter ball, wrapping his paw over his face to block out the light. “Is that a ‘no?’” I asked. Another twenty minutes had passed. I groaned. “I have to get up early,” I whined. “Get up later,” he said, stretching his neck so he could rest his head on my calf. I laughed. “We really need to go to bed,” I said, shaking myself fully awake. He ignored me. I gave the leg he wasn’t lying on a small twitch and he immediately got up and jumped down. I shook my head. “Works every time,” I said. The next morning, I sat up in bed, yawning and trying to wake up. I had every intention of getting to the gym this morning. A quick breakfast, an energy drink, and I’d be ready to get two miles in on the treadmill I paid $10 a month to visit. I rubbed my face. “I’m going to get up and get dressed right now,” I said, mentally doing the math. If I left in fifteen minutes I’d have time to get to the gym, spend forty minutes on the treadmill, and get home in time to shower and make it to work. Freddie appeared in front of me. “Where’d you come from?” I asked. “I had breakfast,” he said, walking over to me. He likes to have a cuddle after he eats. I shook my head. “I have to get up,” I said. He did not even pause, but climbed onto my lap and plopped his body down. I looked at the time. “If I leave right now,” I said, stroking his fur, “I can have twenty minutes on the treadmill and still make it home in time to get ready for work.” He opened his mouth, making his purr extremely loud. I sighed. “I guess I can do my home workout,” I said. I felt extremely relaxed and comfortable. I had a lap full of warm cat and a phone full of books. This would be a wonderful way to start the weekend, but was not ideal for starting a workday. I tapped my screen to make it display the time. “Dammit!” I said. Freddie twitched, but did not leave. He was kneading the blanket covering my lap and purring as loud as it was possible for a large cat to purr. “I guess I can skip a workout today,” I told him, rubbing between his shoulder blades. “If I get in the shower in the next fifteen minutes I’ll still be early for work.” I held my phone in one hand and stroked the cat on my lap with the other. I was feeling extremely sleepy. “I should get up,” I told Freddie. I blinked hard, trying to wake up. Freddie twisted his body so his chin pointed at the ceiling. There was a feline smile on his mouth. He was adorable. I scratched his chin. “If I stay here another ten minutes, I’ll still be on time for work,” I reasoned. “Oh my god, I’m so late!” I shouted, having checked the time on my phone. “I woke up almost two hours ago! How am I so late?!” Freddie glared up at me. “I’m trying to go to sleep,” he complained. I slipped my fingers under his body and gave him a gentle push to get him off my lap. It worked, and I felt a little sad for having lost the closeness. I didn’t have time to really lament, though. I flipped the covers off my body and jumped out of bed. “Late!” I said, rushing into the bathroom to shower. “I’m going back to sleep,” Freddie called after me. Happy Caturday, Peeps! There is something about cuddling with Freddie that makes time disappear. [END] --- [1] Url: https://www.dailykos.com/stories/2023/6/17/2175935/-Caturday-Pootie-Diary-The-time-thief Published and (C) by Daily Kos Content appears here under this condition or license: Site content may be used for any purpose without permission unless otherwise specified. via Magical.Fish Gopher News Feeds: gopher://magical.fish/1/feeds/news/dailykos/