In the Present Moment: The day after Cecil's grand day out

Poor Cecil.

 She isn't taking any of this chaos well.

 In the aftermath of yesterday's terrifying outing into the world via the bulkhead, she is grumpier than ever.

 "If you're planning to sit on the couch," Chris tells me upon my return from the grocery store, "just be careful because Cecil is there."

 I look at the pile of blankets on the couch. Seeing no Cecil anywhere I look at Chris again.

 "Oh, she's in there," says Chris with a little grin. "Just lift up the blue blanket."

 I gently lift the blue blanket to reveal one slitted blue cat eye looking angrily up at me. Cecil is burrowed deep into the pile of blankets. Sleeping. And when not sleeping...sulking.

 She is not pleased at my intrusion. "Meh!! Meh!!" she croaks.

 I return the blue blanket back to the position in which I found it leaving Cecil to her sulk and siesta.

 She remains in her blanket cocoon for the remainder of the afternoon.

 I check on her once more.

 "Meh! Meh!"

 Poor thing.

 Her life really sucks right now.

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