the god of small things

last night...after midnight...mike turned to me and said, "how about assisted living for donut?"...donut, our cat...the same cat that is in a coma all day, was racing through our apartment and scratching everything BUT the scratching post...this is his revenge...our thanksgiving trip to florida...while he boarded at a vet due to his diabetes...has now resulted in a total reversal of day and night...not so bad before the trip...but you get it...and i thought about all this...these small creatures...and then small people...children...about how since i am now light years away from when we traveled the florida route when lauren was little, i am less tolerant...like, when they announce boarding at the gate, they should just say, "anyone who does not require assistance or is not traveling with small children may now board"...and all 5 of us will approach...or when a bored 7-year-old finds kicking the back of your seat amusing is there any parent that will say "stop"?...or when a mother tried to rush past me as everyone crunched like sardines in the aisle of the plane, waiting to exit...worse than the E at rush hour...she shoved, stating she had a baby...and i looked behind her and saw a virtual sea of weary looking parents and babies...and wanted to say, "bitch, really?"...but just laughed, let her go...ugly toddler in tow...and jotted it down on the inside...where i would forget it...until 4am...when i am staring at my demented cat, thinking...atria for kitties...