Area Man Can’t Find His Cat

I’m sure he’s in the house, since he’s a scaredy cat, and the doorbell scared the shit out him, let alone the air-compressor that the flooring guys are using. But I’ve looked everywhere. Somehow the little weasel got upstairs and disappeared under a blanket. I spotted him moving under the quilt moving like a sand worm. Why did I worry about this animal all day? Pointless.  Like worry itself, a useless activity. I’m done with it. From now on, I’m banishing all forms of worry. 

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