caturday

One of the things I love about December is the ready abundance of peppermint mochas. This Caturday I woke up and made some cupcakes, then ate cupcake batter for breakfast and wrapped a present. Now I have a cat sleeping on me, sending out sleep rays that prevent me from doing any other chores for now.

There's an orange and white cat I see at the mailbox. He's obviously been a pet, because he meows and comes right over for pets and scratches. He's desperately thin, and his nose is rubbed raw from fighting. When he follows me home I put out the last of Koshka's canned food. I tried to catch him the other day. While he will let me pick him up, he didn't want to go in the car. I feel overly hormonal or sensitive, because this situation makes me want to weep.

It feels like everything has been so busy and I'm so tired.