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.
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.