In 2018 I was fostering a pretty special dog named Oreo. He came to us unable to walk so he required a lot of supervision. The following is an account of an innocent morning doing just that ………..

So today on this episode of my life should be a sitcom –

Oreo was sitting on our couch outside. I found this to be adorable. Because who wouldn’t?

I walked slowly up the stairs to the back door to get Simon. He was inside.

I opened the back door, yelled his name and BOOM – cat escaped. Now our cats are not allowed outside. The cat knew this and took advantage of my moment of excitement. Cats – cats are jerks.

So I slammed the door shut, half stumbled half /half fell down the back steps to catch the cat before she got under the deck.

Miraculously I managed to grab the stupid cat. I turned around, proud of my accomplishment and that is when disaster struck. I wasn’t paying attention in all my joy and took a simple step up the stairs and then…. then …my pajama pants got caught on a step and fell off. Chaos …

At this point, I am standing half naked in our back yard with my pants at my ankles, holding a pissed off, hissing and growling cat while my damn foster dog is barking to let the whole neighborhood come see to the show. Like some suburban remix of that stupid show “naked and afraid”

Simon comes out, grabs the cat and laughs. Fortunately it was early or else I would have had an audience and years of embarrassment every time I saw my neighbors. I probably would have moved, changed my name and never ventured outside again.

On the upside – I am definitely losing weight because these pants were a bit tight two months ago. 😂😂😂

#havenotevenhadcoffeeyet