Of yawns and kitty cats
I had intended to fire off some emails and then get started on non-computer-related stuff but I find myself sitting here, just blinking tiredly. It's barely eight o'clock and I kind of want to go collapse into bed. Not that there's anything stopping me from doing that, aside from my own stubborn idiocy. It doesn't really matter if I wake up at four a.m. and do stuff then - in fact, I'd probably get more done, because I wouldn't be dragging my ass. It has been an exhausting day.
My cat has begun to be a mite clingy, in his own way. That means that he sticks close by and often follows me around like a lost puppy, but it does not mean that he wants to be touched, thank you very much. lol. My dad is the one he cuddles with, whenever he actually does. His relationship with me is more like that of a teenage boy: desperately wanting to know that I'm there but not wanting to be seen with me. He'll sit in the window around the time I get home from work and watch for me, and come to the top of the stairs to see me come in the door, and then bugger off like he couldn't care less. Fraud. :D He is definitely aware that something is going on, though. After all, he's already been through three moves with me, plus getting packed up and flown back and forth to here when we were still in Ontario, so he knows the signs. The part that makes me sad is that this time, he isn't coming with me. :-( That's going to be the hardest thing about all this in the end.
My cat has begun to be a mite clingy, in his own way. That means that he sticks close by and often follows me around like a lost puppy, but it does not mean that he wants to be touched, thank you very much. lol. My dad is the one he cuddles with, whenever he actually does. His relationship with me is more like that of a teenage boy: desperately wanting to know that I'm there but not wanting to be seen with me. He'll sit in the window around the time I get home from work and watch for me, and come to the top of the stairs to see me come in the door, and then bugger off like he couldn't care less. Fraud. :D He is definitely aware that something is going on, though. After all, he's already been through three moves with me, plus getting packed up and flown back and forth to here when we were still in Ontario, so he knows the signs. The part that makes me sad is that this time, he isn't coming with me. :-( That's going to be the hardest thing about all this in the end.