Fast doodle. (Yay!)
I’m playin fech with my cat…
She’s all over the appartment after this trashed furball of a toy mouse. Back and forth. I throw, she fetches. Like a dog. For all I know it’s a sign that I might have to consider getting a dog. Especially since it’s been my boyfriends wish for years and our cats simply are one big compromise. But for me it’s perfect. A cat who fetches. Doesen’t bark. Doesen’t bark of bite (severely anyway). She’s purrfect.
whine whine: Still counting days till my man comes home from the oil rig. It’s been like this for a long time now, but the weeks he’s gone is still going backwards. Or so it seems. Can’t wait to see his arm when he comes. It was totally scarredand ugly from the tattoo when he left, and is probably healed fine now. Wish I ould afford an full sleeve.
note: Thank God I have my cats, or else I would go mad talking to myself.
Somtimes the camera captures more details than you’d want. “Black spots and a mustache makes Else e fuck up.”
