Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond (birdhousefrog) wrote,
Oz Whiston writing as Oz Drummond

And Finally, Today...

The mind plays tricks.

I enter E's room at 8:30, the mother, to turn out her nightlights and strip her bed.

I feel a sudden shock, have a disconnect.

She is there. She is not in school. She is stretched out in her bed still, orange, striped, and furred, a changeling. A 15 pound feline changeling.

No lie. For that disconnect split second, it was her, not Rainbow Tom, in that bed. She was the cat she frequently pretends to be.

I have too much imagination, too much willing suspension of disbelief.

Pragmatic Momdom reasserts itself. RT is lucky that I intended to wash sheets today. Otherwise, he would find himself on the floor. Cats are not permitted to sleep directly on the sheets. I leave him to his rest (for now) and move on to strip our bed while my head ponders my next blog entry.

Frog Out
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