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i miss my dogs. and the cats. whenever i hear thunder i expect my sasha's bark and a night spent on the floor soothing her to sleep. i wait for conner to sheepishly crawl into bed with me during naps. mostly i miss morgan on migraine days- his constant watch and purr. i love fatty spirit too, but she never needed me when i was home. she can't possibly need me now. it may seem silly to be so attached to animals but i've spent more time with them than any person. i need the sound of their breathing, the rhythm of steady sleep or startled whimpers of dreams to get to sleep. i wouldn't mind growing up to be the reclusive catlady, to provide for something if it cannot be someone. i get so tired of being taken care of, but they don't. not even the white one.
possibly going to new york tuesday. must get to the met. will go back to see the new modern another time.
possibly going to new york tuesday. must get to the met. will go back to see the new modern another time.