I'm not surprised anymore by the extraordinary. When life bombards me with trivialities, and ordinary events, something always happens to jolt me from my lethargy.
"Bukowski **** on the training pads!" My brother yells, from the dining room. I'm living with my brother, and we have two black kittens, Mojo and Bukowski. They bring me hours of smiles. I've never seen eyes so full of trust and adoration.
Bukowski has an aversion to the litterbox. We have tried everything. When I put him in, he jumps out like it's a muddy pond.
His brother Mojo adores the litter box. Not only does he do his business, he also plays and sleeps there on occasion. We've started with the training pads and newspapers. It's working. Amidst all the destruction, hate, and chaos in the world, I'm eaten up by the magic of the ordinary.
I talk to them as they doze in the afternoon sun. "Thank you boys, you got me going again, Mojo, you broke the dry spell." They blink, and Bukowski licks his brother's head.