Princess Strokenham (fiveandfour) wrote,
Princess Strokenham
fiveandfour

Some Days You're the Cat; Some Days You're the Mouse

I can't figure out why I've had such a run of feeling crappy lately. There was the 4 day hive attack in January. The 2 day hive attack last week (actually, I still have hives and itching - just not so much that it's worth taking the knock out pills). A migraine on Saturday.

I went to work out Saturday morning and it was great. It felt fantastically good - kind of like I was sweating out all of the bad stuff so that only that post-exercise euphoria remained. My daughter was taking a class on babysitting at the gym that lasted a bit longer than my work out, so I sat with a book and a small snack while I waited for her to finish up. We went to eat some lunch, then did a couple of errands - including the essential run to the bookstore to purchase Demon Night - and by the time we were home the crappy feeling was back. Within a couple of hours I had to give in and take a migraine pill because the pain just kept getting worse and worse.

Yesterday there was that echo-ey sensation from the migraine - dizzy and nauseated and enervated - and as if all the pain would be back in an instant if I turned my head the wrong way or stayed vertical for too long at a time. Today's pretty much the same. Which makes it difficult to concentrate or, say, care about work. My body just keeps chanting napnapnapnapnap while my work ethic and determination to feel better chants back nonononono.

In short, 2008 thus far has me feeling much more like a tremulous little mouse (or should I say, rat?) than a ferocious tiger. Or even a reasonably energetic house cat.

In anticipation of cattier days to come, I'm contemplating this Angry!Cat picture (courtesy of stoney321) and the following "cat haikus" (courtesy of my e-mail Inbox):


The food in my bowl
Is old, and more to the point
Contains no tuna.

So you want to play.
Will I claw at dancing string?
Your ankle's closer.

There's no dignity
In being sick - which is why
I don't tell you where.

Seeking solitude
I am locked in the closet.
For once I need you.

Tiny can, dumped in
Plastic bowl. Presentation,
One star; service: none.

Am I in your way?
You seem to have it backwards:
This pillow's taken.

Your mouth is moving
Up and down, emitting noise.
I've lost interest.

My brain: walnut-sized.
Yours: largest among primates.
Yet, who leaves for work?

Most problems can be
Ignored. The more difficult
Ones can be slept through.

Cats can't steal the breath
Of children. But if my tail's
Pulled again, I'll learn.

I don't mind being
Teased, any more than you mind
A skin graft or two.

So you call this thing
Your "cat carrier." I call
These my "blades of death."

Toy mice, dancing yarn
Meowing sounds. I'm convinced:
You're an idiot.


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