When it starts to rain (when the rain comes down) everything's the same
Last night--or, rather, early this morning--I was reading through comments on journal entries when I realized that I'm terribly lucky. I can't believe how supportive and unselfish you all are, whether you realize it or not. I don't think there's been another point in my life where I felt so... thoroughly cared about? Those aren't the words I'd like to use, but they'll suffice.
So thank you. It's rather remarkable.
Today is neither good nor bad. Cozily apathetic... yes. I feel like I could write poetry today.
Or not.
I love our five week-old kittens. All five of them. Callista is my favorite, I think; she's a snuggler. These kittens spend more time running around the house than inside the bathroom, but they're very well-behaved. I haven't caught them clawing anything up or getting into things. I'm surprised by how fragile they are. The kids on the back porch are five weeks older, but they feel far more substantial. Daizy pretends to dislike them, but she grooms them as much as any good mother cat would. It worries her when we have too many fosters; the more cats we have in the house, the more 'gifts' I find in my bed. I'm glad the bug population in our house is small. I thank her for all of her presents, but I prefer the soggy catnip toys over bug carcasses.
Kittens. I like them.
So thank you. It's rather remarkable.
Today is neither good nor bad. Cozily apathetic... yes. I feel like I could write poetry today.
Or not.
I love our five week-old kittens. All five of them. Callista is my favorite, I think; she's a snuggler. These kittens spend more time running around the house than inside the bathroom, but they're very well-behaved. I haven't caught them clawing anything up or getting into things. I'm surprised by how fragile they are. The kids on the back porch are five weeks older, but they feel far more substantial. Daizy pretends to dislike them, but she grooms them as much as any good mother cat would. It worries her when we have too many fosters; the more cats we have in the house, the more 'gifts' I find in my bed. I'm glad the bug population in our house is small. I thank her for all of her presents, but I prefer the soggy catnip toys over bug carcasses.
Kittens. I like them.