I have so many claw marks in my legs and chest and arms from our cats. Ah, but they are awfully cute.
I’d forgotten about that map of Portland. I bought it right after moving to town and kept it up all the years I lived there.
We currently have a cupboard full of canned wet cat food, which we are not feeding our cats. I think if they knew that, they’d slit our throats while we slept.
I Â had a tough time adjusting when I moved west. Feeling my stupidity was cutting me off from everything, and self-medicating with sweets. I’m so glad I had this venue to explore it, normalize it maybe, and I’m so glad I’ve made it mostly through, mostly intact.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell if Cat is being snarky, or simply delivering the sad truth. I guess that’s similar to the fine line between pessimism and being realistic.