This morning, I played toss-the-ball-around with my cat. It was fun, but uncertain. I mean, how could I be so sure that he was not gonna bail on me just to go sleep for a few hours (make that ten, at least), to look at the window in case of a hot kitty sighting (the other word would've been too easy), or to lick himself? See, that's what I keep telling him : life is full of doubts and uncertainties.

But, for the record, and to be fair to him, I'm the one who bailed on him first. 'Had to get ready for work. Yeah, life : doubts, uncertainties AND responsabilities. But you just keep chewing on that shoe lace, buddy. You're fine.