Newton Stop: That’s his real name. All of Newton’s bad habits were on display yesterday morning. He opened the day by scratching a chair: I want to go out on the porch.
He came in, pulled a magazine off the chest, shredded its cover, and moved on to another chair. He knocked a box off the kitchen counter and shredded the packing materials inside. He crawled under the covers on the made bed.
He ended the morning curled up on, asleep on, and shedding on a clean pair of black jeans on the bed. Chuka, short of hair and always looking for a warm body to curl up with him.
As I write this, Newton, ever loyal, is curled up on the printer.
Christmas is over. Real life begins again. Back to work.
Happy New Year