Sweetness

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Our cat has OCD. Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch. / beat / Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch. / beat /

Her nickel sized paw pads — bigger with claws extended — scoop litter in predictably rhythmic strokes. Specifically five strokes. Repeatedly. Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch. / beat / Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch. / beat /

Cat nails on plastic, accented by faux sand. This is the sound that woke me up. At 6:55am. Today. Put another way, before 7am on the first day I’ve had a chance to sleep in since Monday. 

Deep in a Pleasant-none-of-my-blog-readers’-business-Dream one moment, only to hear Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch. / beat / Scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch from the other end of the apartment the next. My thoughts came slowly: Lily. 6:55. Saturday.

And it’s 100% good.

4 thoughts on “Sweetness

  1. I love the OCD tendencies of my cats… they make me feel like I belong.
    And Norman has a very similar cat box rhythm…

    It always makes me smile.

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