so i went to the shelter again to look for my kitty.
i was singing some song and thinking about lunch. or something.
I accidently walked in the wrong door –
which turned out to be a closet
BIG messy Closet.
with an outside door
and an inside door.
and a couple workers opened the inside door to get some supplies
while I was busy stepping around some mops
and said . . . what are YOU doing in there?
and I said sincerely – I don’t know.
cuz I was surprised too
and then I started giggling.
like a nut.
you know like he he heeee.
and before you know it all three of us were really giggling hard.
until I said maybe you guys could LOCK that front closet door
so people dont just walk in.
and it got super quiet.
and they said everybody enters through the door that says ENTER.
and I said. Oh.
you know the door with the shelter name on it.
then we really just got a little bit hysterical.
well i petted a lot of really nice cats
especially the ones that meowed at me
and i talked to a few of them you know about a lot of things.
and as I was leaving the head desk boss lady said in kind of a pinchy scratchy voice
you know we would really appreciate it if you din’nt touch every single cat in this
place cuz you could spread germs and disease going from cage to cage.
insert theme song from JEOPARDY here!!!
and then I said sincerely – I never thought of that,
but that really IS an excellent point.
except now I feel like a 6th grader.
To which she said OH Don’t feel like a 6th Grader!!!!
To which I said. It’s okay. It happens alot. I’m pretty used to it.
Then She said, You’re ALWAYS welcome HERE at the shelter.
and I said really??
Gee thanks a lot. I’ll try to restrain my friendliness with the cats
and enter only through the door that says ENTER.
and then I exchanged a few smirks with my giggling closet buddies.
and then I left.
oh wait . . . I forgot to add one other thing.
There is a challenged dude there
gives me furtive strange looks
I mean I am always friendly with him to just hi say
and when I was at the shelter
he was compelled to sweep the floor under me.
everywhere I went . . . that guy NEEDED to sweep.
I said DUDE- YOU"RE SWEEPING my SHOES.
Was he trying to erase me . . . ?
cover my tracks
or just get close to me?
it was pretty damn funny.
but seriously- I had to wipe down my shoes.
okay now . . . the end.
it’s like whipping up some air with a pinch of nothing and a sprinkle of sugar.
probably TMI here for a whole lotta nuttin. :))