Where were you last night when 2012 turned into 2013? Is that where you’d wanted to be?
Where was I last night when 2012 turned into 2013? Well, you see this picture beneath? This is where I was. I was being fat and sassy in my own comfort of the bedroom. I had taken my bath and glossed my hair. I was cuddling in soft materials, nuzzled on top of a feather topper.
The only fireworks that were going on were outside my home. Others wanted to hoop it up in the freezing cold, but not I. Was I drinking it up? Did I look like I was having an early hangover? Nope, not at all. I don’t believe in making myself crazy. I am already that without the drink. I guess that explains why I have nine lives and you don’t.
I had my special treat. A bowl of milk and some bite-size snippets. My master turned her favorite programs on. Before I tell you the name of the station she watches, I have to remind you that part of her mind never caught up with time frame we are in now. She is still partially stuck in reverse in the eighties. She watches TV Land, yes, you understood me. That show that plays all the oldies before I was born?
Her favorite programs are on Nick-At-Nite. King of Queens, Happily Divorced, Golden Girls. You get the drift don’t you? Well personally, I would rather be watching the cartoon Tom and Jerry, but I humor the owner of this den, because she feeds me good.
I’m sure she won’t be smacking you with the baseball bat hiding behind the door if you did go out and party. If you drank, I hope you drank responsibly. If you left in a car, I hope that a good friend drove you home. If you woke up in a strange bed, I will pray for you! LOL.
I didn’t even watch the big ball drop. I am a real dud, right? Boring boring, but I was safe, happy, content and comfy. What else could I possibly want or need? Well maybe someone to rub my belly. Scratch behind my ears, and how about throwing me an extra tuna treat for heaven’s sakes! I see you heading for the fridge again!