novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i don't know what happened i need to write here more often, like i used to. it helps me slow down, thoughts ruminate. i also need to start making lists again. i don't know what happened to this year, i really don't. the neighbors in one of the warehouses down the hall left their cat with us for the night. they're having a huge show/party. bands have been playing intermittently all night, and there are drunk wry people wobbling in our hallway, smoking and one-upping each other. his name is stu. he is orange striped and very dear. a small line of white down the middle of his nose. docile, lets you pick him up and rub your face into his fur. doesn't get along with davey, though. dave loves other cats but stu seemed much too threatened. as a result dave is locked in here with me, and stu is stuck alone in the living room area, confused and alone, and mewing a meow that sounds much too high-pitched for a cat of his girth. i love fat cats. and i do want another cat. even though i can't right now, i do think about it. i'd name her karen carpenter. or him, i'd name him karen carpenter. having two cats would be lovely for sleeping at night. fuzzy little warmers. fuzzy little spoons. 1:14 am - 12.04.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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