Does It Really Happen In Threes?
This morning I woke up to a cat pawing my face. Knowing that I don’t have a cat anymore, I realized that I was dreaming, I shoved him off the bed and went back sleeping.
When I was pawed in the face a second time, I woke up properly… and there was my lost cat. Incessantly moaning, jumping off the bed, walking to the door, and coming back to lament some more. And I realized that he wants his food.
Grumpily I got up, dressed, gave him some of his favorite dry cat food, and tried to make a cup of coffee. He sat their next to his bowl with an attitude of who’s going to eat this shit? Only then, I noticed how skinny he is. And his left ear is broken and torn. Grudgingly, I cut off a piece of steak from the meat I defrosted for the barbecue today. He devoured it in no time and I had to give him another piece.
But that cat is not the only thing that came back. Last night in the bath, I discovered that the wart I had removed about six weeks ago also appears to be coming back. It is still a bit small to be sure, but it seems that way.
If things really happen in threes, I’m in trouble. I have lost nothing else. All that can still come back to me is one of my ex wives.
Heavens behold! I’ll sue my lawyer for malpractice if it happens.
Have a peaceful Sunday.
