Being Pulled to the Softer Side...

Today, Biker Dude sat at the computer working on a story. It was originally going to be about the time he was riding home from Aurora, and, just as he slowed to check out two women jogging -- they were wearing skin tight, up the butt-crack lycra volleyball shorts, or hot pants.. except these were scorchingly hot... probably illegal in most states, but oh well... -- just as he slowed down to take his time passing the two girls, a guy on another bike passed him by and said, "On your left.

The three most hated words in the world.

So he went after the guy, as much as he really wanted to go slow for a while and enjoy the view.

He caught up to the guy of course, and the guy turned around and saw Biker Dude in pursuit, and the guy started pedalling harder.

So Biker Dude got up out of the saddle and shifted into another gear and called out to the guy, "I don't think so," and....

...then he got distracted.


There, as he wrote, was the cat sitting by his side, on the floor at the cocktail table, looking up at him and purring.

"I can't pet you right now, I'm in the middle of a story."

The cat just looked back. It's eyes looking huge and soft in the subdued living room light.

"I said, no. Now let me write."

He tried to go back to the story, but the cat stayed right there to his left, still purring and giving him the eyes. Biker Dude could practically hear the cat's desire to be held, and well, he was a cute cat. Why yesterday, as Biker Dude was reading and writing in the margins of the book he started a week before, the cat kept trying to grab at the pencil when he saw the eraser bobbing around over the top of the book. He ended up spending more time playing with the cat than reading.

Biker Dude thought that was cute. Especially since he himself was all about pencils. Earlier today the cat had done the same thing, and Biker Dude thought how this was a unique thing between him and his cat and books and reading.

He looked at the cat again and this time it meowed.

"You're evil, you know that?" he said.

The cat just purred.

"Fine," he said, and he took the cat into his arms and set it in his lap and petted it.

And he forgot all about the guy on the trail... and the two girls, and their shorter-than-short shorts, and all about the three most hated words.

He listened to the cat purr and felt his hands against its soft fur and made a mental note to himself.

Consider revising the blog titile to The Adventures of Cat Dude.

Ummmm.. No.