novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bubbles dementia i have started treating the cat like he is one of the autistic children i navigate every weekday. talking to him and ignoring his annoyingly repetitive traits in favour of the few moments where he'll show me love, or just sit there and stare at the wall, or at me. for some reason this makes me laugh. in march i leave birdsall and he will have to mutilate another girl's apartment, one of the many on his route. he never was fully my cat but oh how i have grown attached to him. he is sleeping curled into a little catball right next to my keyboard, his orange head pointed directly at my fingers.12:36 am - 02.16.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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