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It was all kind of vibrating. She had poor sleep because she was kind of wrestling, but it was deep and short and full of packed dreams and conversations she didn't remember anymore.
Today was a fucking day.
karma day.
she was now the nourisher of feral cats.
the neighbor moved away yesterday with nary a "bye cleo jojo" just a snazzy due of new cars and uhauls and a red-headed grand baby and they were off the Arizona.
The cutest of the cats they feed/fed screamed on her window at 4am. she understood. everyone liked to eat.
but fuck the fucking neighbors too. This is such a pickle she is taking off their hands. The neighbor man acted like everyone in the nieighborhood was some secret benevolent cat feeder.
"no dude, they show up at my window and door and scream. I'm left with knowing their fate because I'm a human or intervening. This is NOT something I would have gotten myself into. I am taking over YOUR problem."
but shit.
she had been the same.
bless her heart.
she had nightmares about it. Whenever she thought she might deserve to be happy, she reminded herself that she left them - the sortie cats of wilmingon - after getting them all fixed. she had been her neighbors.
and now she was here.
She kind of was having the same perspective shift in her other life. She refused to make mistakes she had made three times before a fourth time though. Whatever it was worth, she had the desire to be
wiser.
currently, she was just
baffled.
how had her life turned into this?
the thing that drove her insane...
having a litter box.
she didn't want any of this. it gave her no love.
it was just so they don't weigh on her conscious.
it was just because she was lonely that one time and the fur was so soft...
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