The other day I went to the Kadena Base Exchange. (That's airdale talk for PX.)
From what I have heard it is the jewel of the pacific as far as exchanges go.
For me it is a nexus point of greed, anger, and delusion.... So normally I try to stay away from it, but it was the beginning of a long weekend, so of course the girls wanted to go drag daddy out shopping. Apparently those strange creatures think that sort of thing is fun.
Sooooooo~ anyway The Wife was looking at warpaint and I was tasked with looking for some mundane stuff (the stuff I'm OK with) when something caught the eye that started up the stupid factory that exists between my ears. It was a cat toy. Just a package of little pieces of plastic that literally look like something you would discard after removing from a milk container. I knew the cat would love that stuff because trash is the best toy ever. So my metta practice kicked on and with ninja like swiftness the trash was in the basket and whatever menial tasker I was assigned by the wife was promptly forgotten... Which winded up causing me to spend more time, and money, in the land of greed anger and delusion....
The shopping bags stayed in the car until last night. Then the cat toys came out... And I was spot on, the cat loves them. And he had a great time dispersing them about the house in a manor so quick he would make Chuck Norris have to do a double take.
0400 this morning, just a little before I get up anyway (except todays a day off) the cat is making an awful racket, a death curdling sound that would wrench even the most battle hardened veterans heart.
And he was making this sound from on top of my chest, while looking right down on me...
Ok, get up. check. Go downstairs. check. food check water check. litter box clean check.
The cat is looking at me like I am the dumbest guy on earth.
The toys, are all gone. Of course that dispersion of these trash like objects found them going under things like the stove, couch, other heavy furniture. The cat could not get to them, therefore he thinks it is my job to. Nope, I don't think so partner. you screwed that one up, your on your own.... Time for me to go sit some zazen... Robe, chant, bell bell bell, sway from side to side, breath out, think non thinking, MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... Oh crap. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW...That cat is in pain. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... I better go check it out. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... I know that sound. I had a sick cat that made that sound. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... Ok I'm up. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... Where is he? MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... Downstairs, ok there you are. MEROWWWWWWWWWWWW... Ok I'll move the couch... Theres your toy. Try not to lose it again.
This is what I get for my good intentions. There is a lesson there, it is not: don't do nice things. It's more like when you do nice things be prepared for that deed to have unintended consequences, I got off easy this time.