Combating Workplace Stress

I once used to combat workplace stress
With lots of tea, cigarettes and beer;

Tea and cigarettes at work,

Cigarettes and beer at the pub afterwards.

Then I suffered a heart attack.

Bye, bye, cigarettes, bye, bye, beer,

Bye, bye oily food also,

But that's another story.

So, what next?

Cats. I had lots of them.

Unfortunately, they all died or went missing,

One by one.

Bye, bye, cats and cat therapy,

No pun intended,

For they were all like children,

Cherished dearly and loved,

Until the end of time,

Or so it seems.

Okay, so what next?

First-shooter computer games:
Modern Warfare, COD, MOH and Battlefield,

Overdosing on them till late at night
Which led to sleep deprivation

And sleeping all day once the roof caved in.

Bye, bye, computer games.

Okay, so what next?

Leave, lots of it,

Unpaid, all of it, of late,

But so what?

The sky's the limit,

For now at least.

Ramblings

I was in that magical place in the depths of slumberland yesterday when you, Bleached,  most beloved of all my cats and whom I would gladly have died for, appeared out of nowhere with a kitten in tow, a kitten whose markings were just like yours, and I wondered if it was in response to having heard my voice perhaps that you appeared.

I stroked you, picked your baby up to hold it in my arms, stroked you again and called your name, Bleached, most beloved of all my cats and whom I would gladly have died for.

Alas, it was only for a few moments that we were reunited once more after all these years, in that magical place in the depths of slumberland, when I began losing sight of you.

However hard or desperately I tried, I failed to find you again thenceforth.

I slept the whole day yesterday, from morning until evening, and finally dragged myself out of bed only after accepting the fact that it was futile trying to find you again in that magical place in the depths of slumberland, where the laws of gravity, or even those governing death for that matter, do not apply, when you close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep and wake up in that magical place in the depths of slumberland where it's just like yesterday and everyone you once loved but  died was still alive, just like it was yesterday, when life was good and the fates were kind, as it was with you yesterday, Bleached, most beloved of all my cats and whom I would gladly have died for.