Sandwich

I haven't eaten anything of substance today. I've had maybe 4 chocolate eggs, but that's it. I was kind of waiting for Oscar to get home so we could have lunch together. But Oscar came home and put his head on my lap. And within a few minutes, he was snoring away peacefully. But that was okay, because I figured when I was done on the computer, I could wake him up and we could still eat together. Until one of our cats jumped onto the couch with us and curled up on my other leg. So I have Oscar snoring away on one leg and the cat snoring away on the other leg, and I seem to be the meat in this unusual little sandwich. And although my stomach is growling and I really, really need to eat, I will be staying put until one or both of them wakes up. Because I? Am a sucker and a pushover and a sap. Who is hungry, but not hungry enough to move my guys, apparently. I'm more content to BE the sandwich than to eat the sandwich. For now, anyway.