This afternoon, I went to the salon to have my hair cut. As usual, I took a book with me to read while waiting. Sometimes I just read a magazine the salon provides, but I was near the end of my most recent book, so I decided to take my book with me. Right now I'm reading Dewey: The Small Town Library Cat.
Now when one begins a book such as this, one knows that the animal eventually dies. I KNEW that Dewey Readmore Books would die near the end of the book. I had been preparing myself. I was in the salon, under the dryer quietly reading my book and of course, it was near the end of sweet Dewey's life. I knew I shouldn't be emotional over a cat in a book, so I was trying to hold it together. I tried to distract myself and started looking around the salon. I thought I was hiding it well until an assistant came up to me to see if I needed anything. I guess I wasn't hiding it well. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't sobbing or anything. But that darn cat was so cute, I hated to hear about him passing away. That might be the last time I take a book to the salon. In the future I should probably just stick to the fashion magazines the salon provides.