His best friend, J, was in a bit of a bad way. He had promised to cat-sit the cat temporarily until he could take her back. He got home and found that the cat, Cisco, had missed him tremendously. He had to beg friends to go feed her while he was gone, and now that he’s home, she won’t leave him alone. The little attention starved animal, if she weren’t so cute it would get downright annoying.
It’s a relief to not have any shows this next week, he thinks to himself as he plops down on his bed, now covered in cat hair. He was on tour for 10 days and played 6 shows in a row the day he got back. It started to wear him down but he won’t let it. It comes down to a simple game of refusing to believe the signals the body tells him and just plowing through as if it’s nothing.
Thoughts swirled around in his head, like ‘Laundry, I’ve got to do laundry’ and ‘Man, I’ve got to clean this place’ and the cat jumped on his stomach, taking him by surprise and knocking the wind out of him.
‘You’re getting fat!’.
She was indeed, too much food, and too little to do. He decided to take her outside and let her run around. She walks outside, finds a shady spot and lies down.
‘You’re getting lazy too!’
At least this is temporary, he thinks.
He walks inside and the phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hello Forrestt, this is Jan, J’s sister.”
“Oh, Hi, how are you.”
“Good. Listen, I’ve got some bad news. About J”
“Uh, oh.”
“Yeah. (sigh) So he relapsed and is now in Santa Barbara county jail.”
“What!?!?!”
“Yeah, he went back down south again, got spun out and got arrested. We’re not going to bail him out this time. He’s got to learn. But he’s facing charges. He’s going to do a couple of months at least. They’re not going to let him off the hook by sending him to rehab like last time.”
“That sucks.”
“Yup. Looks like you own a new cat, too.”