Father's Day provides me with an uneasy, wistful feeling. My dad's been gone for a little over ten years now, and I get pretty pissed when I hear people around me groan with the "burden" of having to do something for Father's Day. Look, if you still get along with your dad, then please stop acting like it's such a fucking problem to call the guy. I wish to Christ I could every day, so pick up the phone and put a little effort into it, okay? Knowing this day puts me in a funk, Mile High Guy and I walked a few blocks to our favorite breakfast restaurant, Brunch-O-Rama. (If any of you want to come to Denver, I'll tell you its real name. Its true identity would allow folks to triangulate my condo's location within a couple of blocks.)
We went to breakfast, then home to hang around with the kitties.
Hazel says, "Happy Kitty-daddy day, Papa! Quit trying to pick me up and pet me!"
Maddy likes more interaction. "Can we go bug Papa, pleeze?"
"That's better. Pet the kitty, Papa! Pet me!"
Happy Papas' Day to all!
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Ohhhhh! Big fat kitties! Mwah-mwah-MWAH!
Yes, Happy Kitty-Daddy Day to Guy. And to El Seebeno, as well...the story of the newest baby will soon be on E&P! >^..^<
And, you know, the look on Squazel's face is just so hateful. Pweshus!
Maddy is so cute! I love her little moustache and eyebrows.
Amen! I always thought that it was an odd reaction to be pissed at those who still have living parents. Until I met more (young-ish) people who have lost a mother or father. My thoughts were always, "How dare you complain when your mom or dad wants to spend time with you? Cherish these moments while you can. They could be gone tomorrow." I still find myself picking up the phone to call Dad, even though he's been gone a few years now. Thanks for posting.
Kitty: Yes, Hazel had a 'tude after we caught her and brushed her like mad.
Sub No More: I call Maddy my drag queen kitty, since she has eyeshadow and a moustache. She's 13.25 lbs of luvvin'.
NTYMN: I know people have a hard time with their parents, but as long as you can at least speak civilly to them, I think one can atleast say hi. I'm with you: even now I'll occasionally see something interesting and spend a nanosecond thinking of calling Dad to tell him, but then I remember that I can't.
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