Sometimes I Can’t Believe My Own Stupidity

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though, he was all over me. He rubbed his nose and cheeks against my glasses, and he licked them. He was so enthusiastic with his love for my glasses that a couple of times he pushed them off my nose or left them lopsided. This was something new. As mentioned earlier, Greyson loves to lick my ears, nose, cheeks, and forehead, but he never goes for my glasses. For a change, he actually completely ignored my face and concentrated only on my glasses.</p><p id="a74f">It got to the point that I had to put an end to it. “That’s enough,” I told Greyson. “I know you love me, I love you too, but that enough for now.” I put him on the floor and went to the kitchen to make coffee.</p><p id="52a4">After I made coffee and was looking for sugar, I noticed that the bottle of glasses cleaner was still on the counter. I picked it up, opened the cabinet door, and wanted to put the bottle in its place. Only … there was already a bottle in the place allocated to the bottle of glasses cleaner.</p><p id="fb53">That was strange. If the bottle of glasses cleaning solution was in the cabinet, then what did I hold in my hand. I looked, but of course, I saw only blurred lettering. I went to fetch my glasses, put them on, and had another look … liquid catnip. <b>Liquid catnip!</b> I had cleaned my lenses with liquid catnip! Well, that explained why Greyson was all over me and was so taken with my glasses.</p><p id="090b">Yes, Greyson loves me, but apparently, he loves liquid catnip even more. How could I have been so stupid as to mistake glasses cleaning solution for liquid catnip? Well, as I said I don’t see very well, so I guess it wasn’t stupidity on my part but rather a case of poor vision.</p><div id="f86f" class="li

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Let me start by saying that I don’t see very well. I see fine long-distance (sort of), but up close I struggle. As such, I wear +5 progressive lenses.

I wear my glasses almost 24/7 but occasionally take them off because they pinch my nose and behind my ears. If I take them off and I need them back the phrase ‘Where are my glasses?’ is never far off. If there was such a thing as GPS for glasses, I would definitely invest in that because I frequently go around the house looking for them.

Yesterday was such an occasion. I had taken them off, put them somewhere and now I couldn’t remember where I put them. I searched the kitchen, the living room, my bedroom, even the bathroom, but couldn’t find them anywhere. Eventually, I found them on top of the microwave oven and wondered what they were doing there.

When I put them on, I thought the lenses were rather dirty, or shall I say, smudged. So I reached for the bottle of lens cleaner in the cabinet and gave them a good rub.

I went back to the living room, sat down, and within no time Greyson joined me. Greyson is by nature a very friendly cat. He likes nothing better than giving head buds, gives multiple kisses, and is at his happiest when he can lick my ears, my cheeks, nose, or forehead.

That afternoon he was extraordinarily affectionate though, he was all over me. He rubbed his nose and cheeks against my glasses, and he licked them. He was so enthusiastic with his love for my glasses that a couple of times he pushed them off my nose or left them lopsided. This was something new. As mentioned earlier, Greyson loves to lick my ears, nose, cheeks, and forehead, but he never goes for my glasses. For a change, he actually completely ignored my face and concentrated only on my glasses.

It got to the point that I had to put an end to it. “That’s enough,” I told Greyson. “I know you love me, I love you too, but that enough for now.” I put him on the floor and went to the kitchen to make coffee.

After I made coffee and was looking for sugar, I noticed that the bottle of glasses cleaner was still on the counter. I picked it up, opened the cabinet door, and wanted to put the bottle in its place. Only … there was already a bottle in the place allocated to the bottle of glasses cleaner.

That was strange. If the bottle of glasses cleaning solution was in the cabinet, then what did I hold in my hand. I looked, but of course, I saw only blurred lettering. I went to fetch my glasses, put them on, and had another look … liquid catnip. Liquid catnip! I had cleaned my lenses with liquid catnip! Well, that explained why Greyson was all over me and was so taken with my glasses.

Yes, Greyson loves me, but apparently, he loves liquid catnip even more. How could I have been so stupid as to mistake glasses cleaning solution for liquid catnip? Well, as I said I don’t see very well, so I guess it wasn’t stupidity on my part but rather a case of poor vision.