It’s All in the Timing

I hate writer’s block, which is really quite bizarre considering that I’m not a writer so I’m not really sure how I could be affected by this condition.

I get tons of ideas that run through my head, sometimes whole stories, but then I sit down at the computer, log on to my webpage and poof!  All thoughts and stories and witty tidbits suddenly become jumbled fragments that swirl around my head or completely dissolve into nothingness.

Or maybe it’s just because I’m distracted by the stench of the litterbox wafting from the closet.  Why there is such a gawd awful smell baffles me because I just cleaned the damn thing!  I mean, like 10 minutes ago!

But then I remember that cats are pretty smart.  They know that they have a nice clean litterbox to do their business and they wait until the perfect time to leave a “present” and not bother to wrap it.

Thor has perfected this craft.  His perfect timing of leaving a pinch-your-nose-and-run-outside-for-fresh-air log includes 2:16 am and the exact moment visitors pull in the driveway.