Sunday, October 30, 2016

A Blog Post Can Be a Declarative Statement: I was Chosen

That's what my daughter tells me:
I was chosen.

When the kids were small,
I rarely had any peace and quiet 
unless they were watching TV,
playing  with friends, 
eating a snack,
you get the picture.
Then, they got older, 
at last,
I had time to myself in the bathroom!

Now that Marvin and Fred have moved in with us,
I have been chosen,

Fred has decided that my bathroom time, 
or as I now tell him,
my litter box time,
is our 

I have no choice.
A closed door does not stop him.
Pixie cannot stop him,
although she has tried,
but Fred gives her that look,
the one in the photo,
Pixie retreats to her bed to play dead.
Fred has chosen me
in this time,
in this place.
This is our quality time.

I am blessed.
I have been chosen.
Things could be worse.
It's ok.
I'm used to it now.
I have been chosen.


Loris Glassworks said...

Yep, our cat Buddy has a panic attack if I go in the bathroom without him. I believe he thinks I'm in there petting another cat or something. If I close the door without him I'll see little paws waving at me through the crack between the door and the floor. I like your idea that it's our private time!
Lori in Blue Ridge, GA

Rita'z R-tistic Ramblez said...

Cutest stalker ever, and you are so right. You have been chosen ❤

rosebud101 said...

I'm so glad that I was chosen!!!!