You see, on Tuesday, Obama was inaugurated. Remember? Yeah, it was a pretty special day for democrats and progressives and good people all. But something even MORE spectacular and singular and just all-out miraculous happened.
Cougar and Fenix signed a peace treaty. Not only that, I caught them grooming each other…something they haven’t really done in months. And then, in the wee hours, they began chasing each other through the apartment. Okay, that’s not really cool at three o’clock in the morning because I’ve got hardwood floors and neighbors beneath me, but Tuesday (Wednesday, actually), I just couldn’t stop them. It has been a couple year since they’ve done that.
And tonight, they’re still drinking mello yellow and regarding each other with something akin to respectful tolerance, and right before I began this post, I caught them grooming each other again. It didn’t last long…about 10 seconds…before it devolved into neck biting alpha cat behavior, but even that was fleeting and didn’t turn into the usual testosterone-laced faceoff and guttural moaning exchange that it usually does. It was just like the old days.
48 hours may not be long enough to proclaim a tide change at my place, but man, it’s hasn’t been this good in two years, so I’m thinking that this is a sign that the Obama administration is about to cure what ills us.
And maybe, just maybe, my two boys have finally turned the corner on their irrational and unfounded destestation of each other.
It feels like the first day of the rest of my life here….thank you, President Obama!