Saturday, June 8, 2013

We Interrupt Our Programming For. . . . .ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Gil looked up from where he lay in bed with the remote on one side, his empty shot glass and the half- drunk bottle of whiskey on his bedside table, and the crumpled bags from the midway booth still smelled of roasted nuts.  He let go a loud burp.  

Damn, it was great to be home; safe in his own bed with the drapes drawn. No one could ogle him if he morphed or decided to romp through the artificial trees and potted plants lining the hall.  He’d have one hell of a mess to clean up in the morning if his squirrel got too plastered on the liquor roaring through his system.  He blinked twice.  Yawning, he picked up the remote and surfed through several more channels.  After a week of human cuisine and entertainment, Gil liked his quiet bedroom all to himself.

The nature channel boasted a marathon of programs on squirrels.  “PPFFFFT,” Gil replied as the narrator started in about this being an epic documentary on the rodents he called rats of the woods.
“I can tell you more than you’ll ever figure out.”  Gil flipped a bird at the television and surfed more channels.  His eyelids got heavier.  He jerked upright, swearing he heard a chirp.  He sighed and chirped.

Great-the moon was rising.  Couldn’t he just get through one fullness without doing more than sleeping?  He yawned and slid lower into the bed as visions of fishing with the guys ran across his mind.

Moments later snores filled the room.  Blackie, the stray cat that adopted Gil, lay on the foot of the bed purring.  Two golden eyes watched over her new owner.  Question was, who owned who?

Happy Weekend Gang!

Sleep well Gil!  You deserve a night off to rest and breath deeply.
Between rain, heat, and pollen, I am ready to declare spring over!  Hope you are safe and enjoying the change without being smacked by Mother Nature and tornados.  

We're fine here at the Spice Homestead.  Keep safe and sound!  Share a good book or two with your spice and loves!  I know I am!



Savanna Kougar said...

Yep, Gil deserves a peaceful night's rest. Being Mayor of Talbot's Peak is no cake walk. ~smiles~

So kitty enters the picture... what Next?

Pat C. said...

Nothing like settling into your own bed after an extended trip. The pillows are never quite right in motels.

Must be spring. There's nothing on TV.

So Gil is owned by a cat now? Or a cat shifter?

Solara said...

Thanks Pat and Savanna! Yes nothing like being at home in your own bed surrounded by your things. I'm not sure cat or shifter on this one. Muse isn't saying.