notes from the cattery

argh. I had a plan, but now I can remember what it was. Well, this is def a flashback to some of my early posts. I feel like all I wrote back then was that I couldn't remember what I wanted to write.

Obviously my theme is funny weird things my cat did. All I can think of is the hork hork gag ick this morning. Twice. This after I cleaned up raw egg off the kitchen floor (that was my bad) (sort of) (not exactly). Oh, and she almost knocked over my cup of iced coffee. It wasn't full and I caught it just in time, but still. So my morning was: egg splat while my back was turned, cat vomit, cat vomit, right iced coffee in the nick of time.

Known of which is what I planned for today. So, um, I guess go about your normal business. I'll try again tomorrow. Or whenever my brain works even a little bit again.

p.s. I'm still taking a break from the deep/heavy stuff. I think that's best for all of us.

p.p.s. Torii snuggled against me -- and into my hand. I could feel her whiskers twitch as she dreamt. Ignore the edge of my homespunny dress. It came with a clearance slub tunic sweater. It's as ridiculously comfortable as it is ugly. So I wear it around the house on weekends.