It was a bad day.

It was one of those I feel invisible days.

It was one of those ” if I got sucked up into an alien space ship from Mars or burst into flames I’ll bet no one would notice” kind of days.

You know.

It has been one THOSE days.

So when I come home from work in a worse then usual mood  I smell something coming from the hallway that goes into my bedroom and there I find

a bird wing

the hind quarters of something – don’t ask me what it was

a little pile of guts

And

sitting there purring his little heart out is my psycho cat

Blitzer.

He’s purring so loud his body is shaking and then he meows and climbs up my leg to my shoulder.

You know it is true…the little things that we do for each other counts for a lot.

Even if those little things attracts flies.