I’ve been adopted.
I’ve been adopted by the neighbor’s cat.
Truth be told I am a dog person not a cat person. I need the unconditional, over-the-top adoration that a dog offers. I need a pet that thinks I am AWESOME just because I returned 10 minutes after leaving.
Actually, come to think of it, appreciate that quality in everyone……..which might explain my social life…..
Cats just don’t do that (oh, and I’m really allergic to most of them).
But Zen is different. Zen waits outside the back door for me. Zen talks…..a lot. I’ve never encountered such a chatty cat. And Zen has decided that hanging out with me while I work in the garage is just exactly what he wants to do.
Zen will hop up on the workbench to explore what I’m doing.
I think Zen is trying to kill me.
I don’t know if it’s totally Zen’s idea or if it’s some plot by my neighbor who thinks the saw make too much noise and has trained Zen to go all Day-of-the-Dolphin on me.
(OK, in reality he is just yawning after waking up but you get the sense of his darker side)
You see this has been a crazy week for me of trying to get ahead of the curve. Tons of sawing.
See? Tons of sawing.Zen is not afraid or even momentarily put-off by the deafening roar of the table saw. (unlike my childhood dog who was terrified of the vacuum cleaner and lived in deathly fear of the noise the ironing board made when you opened it)
Zen actually seems to enjoy chasing sawdust.
Zen also likes to stealthily creep up on me when I’m working.
So imagine you’re happily sawing away. The machine is making a deafening roar. You are focused solely on what is right in front of you as you carefully feed the wood into the sharp, spinning blades when suddenly something large and furry wraps itself around your leg or jumps up on the table next to you!