want something warm and furry and breathing
World Domination Status: My eyes are most tragically not grey. However! I do have white arms! Now to just manage the flowing hair and the ox-eyes! Though I think that's supposed to mean black/dark brown, so that's not likely to happen either.
...I keep having dreams where my cat comes back. I had one night before last (with me insisting the entire time that she shouldn't be there, as she was dead, and she just demanded pets, so I eventually gave in). Last night I dreamt that she'd holed up in the bathroom sink for, just sleeping there, resting, refusing to eat or get up (or maybe unable to get up - she literally couldn't stand near the end there). The dark patches on her fur were very pale grey, almost as if they were an indication of her poor physical state. After a few days, they were much darker, and then I was sitting in the living room and she came trotting in, fine as could be, demanding attention and food. And it was so, so hard, because I knew she shouldn't be there, but in my dream I knew that if we'd just given her a couple days, she would've gotten better and been back on her feet.
Only she wouldn't've been, since she was too old and too blind and too deaf and probably in way too much pain.
I want a new cat. I never realized how used to having her around I was until she wasn't there anymore, and now I really want something small and furry and warm and alive to hold when the stress from school is just too much, and I just... don't have that. And I'm not going to get that again any time soon, unless I get my own cat, because the APUs are quite sure that they don't want a new one anytime soon.
Bah. Now to read Iliad and Gilgamesh and slowly go insane. Sigh.
...I keep having dreams where my cat comes back. I had one night before last (with me insisting the entire time that she shouldn't be there, as she was dead, and she just demanded pets, so I eventually gave in). Last night I dreamt that she'd holed up in the bathroom sink for, just sleeping there, resting, refusing to eat or get up (or maybe unable to get up - she literally couldn't stand near the end there). The dark patches on her fur were very pale grey, almost as if they were an indication of her poor physical state. After a few days, they were much darker, and then I was sitting in the living room and she came trotting in, fine as could be, demanding attention and food. And it was so, so hard, because I knew she shouldn't be there, but in my dream I knew that if we'd just given her a couple days, she would've gotten better and been back on her feet.
Only she wouldn't've been, since she was too old and too blind and too deaf and probably in way too much pain.
I want a new cat. I never realized how used to having her around I was until she wasn't there anymore, and now I really want something small and furry and warm and alive to hold when the stress from school is just too much, and I just... don't have that. And I'm not going to get that again any time soon, unless I get my own cat, because the APUs are quite sure that they don't want a new one anytime soon.
Bah. Now to read Iliad and Gilgamesh and slowly go insane. Sigh.