If you live with animals, you know this look. I turned around from writing about “recovering” from pneumonia on Friday to see Henry on the footstool, giving me a cat’s version of the fish eye. He didn’t waste too much energy on it. The Look, a yawn, then back to his much-more-important nap.
Never doubt a cat’s snarky comments.
So, I’m back in bed, trying not to look too much like a dope. We’ll call it unrealistic optimism and leave it at that, ‘kay?