Other day, ideas avoid me- wild, feral cats who want nothing to do with my tame brain. I chase them, getting oh, so close. Just as I'm about to touch one, grab it's striped tail, it scurries away and hides beneath a rock. Then, I sit, hands still, hoping one of them will wander over and join me. They stay back, watching me warily, sending an occasional hiss my way.
Today is a cat kind of day. And, I really don't like cats.
|(I'm definitely a dog person.)|