Okay, so Federer lost. Myeh.
Australia Vs. Japan.
The Australians are making way more shots, but the Japanese so far have made the shots that actually *count*– 56th minute, Japan winning so far.
The Japanese have a lightness on their feet and a trove of elegant shots. The Australians are aggressive, but the loser place is not suiting them. They are getting frustrated.
Meowie nurses while I watch
Suddenly, in Spanish, I shout angrily at a beautiful but wasted Japanese shot, “¿PERO QUE ES ESA MIERDA?” –What kind of shit is that?
Meowie jerks up, releases the nipple, looks at me with wide-open and delighted eyes.
Waits for any more fireworks.
I sit, stunned at the fact that out of all the things I’ve said out loud, he zeroes in on the three seconds of foul language.
He baby-shrugs, and goes back to eating.
I am in so much trouble.