Notes from Father’s Day 2022

or The Cat’s Fine

I checked on Magic at 5:30 this morning. Magic, our cat, was not his usual anti-social self yesterday. He was even more ‘withdrawn’. Further, he did not ravenously badger us at 5 for his 6:00 dinner. In fact, he didn’t eat at all. He just slept — which, as a cat, is typically 30 hours a day anyway.

But it seemed Magic was more than just tired. He was what the veterinary world calls lethargic. I only understood this from Dr Google as there were NO vets available on the weekend. Seriously, none. Except for the emergency place in Chicago which didn’t have anything available until 11:30pm. So long story less complicated, we let Magic sleep.

I thought he’d be somewhere in Nola’s room, but he bounded up the steps when he heard me open the door. Well, bounded might be too strong a word, but he was right there with his eyes bright and tail up.

“You hungries,” I asked.

“Dude,” he said. “I missed dinner. Hell yeah, I’m hungries.”

I gave him some food and went back to catch some Z’s, but there were none to be caught so I mindlessly surfed my phone. I did change my fb profile pic to honor my dad and tagged him so he’d see it.