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3.5 Seconds

I am now greatful that some 30 plus years ago my step-mother insisted that I learn how to sit on furniture and not just plop into it. She must have known that I would one day become the adoring captive of, Christmas, the dimmest kitten on earth.

Every time I vacate my computer chair, Christmas hops into it. It matters not if I am leaving for the night, a trip to the restroom, or 3.5 seconds (to grab the telephone receiver). I live in fear of running outside (say a quick trip to the mailbox) and someone there saying, “You have a bit of fur stuck to your backside,” — then they peel a flat kitten off my hinny.

Now, on those trips from my chair where I actually take several steps away, Christmas is perfectly safe, because I see her as I am walking back. It is that 3.5 second lift for the phone that’s going to get her killed. More than once as I’ve sat back down, I have squeezed an “eep” from my dim-witted Egyptian Princess. She doesn’t learn.

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives on The Big Island in Hawaii. When she is not hanging out with Amoeba, she is likely teaching or sewing. Or she could be cooking, taking photographs, or even writing. But if she's not doing any of that, she's probably on Facebook or tinkering with her blog.


  1. Momma must have known Charlene.
    PS – I like your “If I know how yo worry I know how to Meditate” now all one need is medidate on what to worry on. Easier said than done, as you say.

    Have a nice day now! Q

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