Moody Blues

Ever have The Blahs?

Well, I’m leaving my memoires behind today, because yesterday I was in sort of a strange mood, sitting in sun on the back of the couch, not coming when called to have breakfast, looking a bit eyes-at-half-mast-like, whatever that means, and preferring eventually to loll under the couch instead of on my comfortable little nest under the bed.

Do you ever have one of those days?  No energy, no appetite, sort of dully wondering what on earth is happening and why?  Well, it worried mama  (she can be a bit too solicitous, in my view) but the truth is that every now and then, a kitty just has to kick back and not do the expected things a kitty might do daily, right? For whatever reason.

I did eye my nip nana for a second or two, and I did salivate when mama put a bowl of food near my head under the couch to see if I could regain my appetite.  In fact, after having drooled a bit, I got up and went to papa’s office where I have yet another little hidey hole and I passed out and stayed there until dinner.  Mama felt my tummy and she told me it seemed sort of balloon-like…er…I think we know what might have been the trouble, right?

Then, bammo, right at dinner time, I played on the bed, and there I was, rolling around seductively, my usual self, wanting tummy rubs that clearly sent the message that whatever it was that put me in a funny state was OVER!

Odd how we kitties go through times like this.  And it’s clearly baffling to our concerned anthros, but nine times out of ten, no worries, mate, it’s just a little touch of the moody blues.

You anthros know how that works, right?

I’m cool again, see?  Much ado about nothing, whatever that means…