I got twitter!
I am avoiding all uni work!
I am avoiding all uni work by getting twitter!
Are you a cat person? I’m a cat person. My mum is a cat person. Actually, she is on the verge of being a cat lady but don’t tell her that I called her a crazy cat lady.
We have never bought a cat. Nor have we ever gone out of a way to acquire a cat. They find us. For example, when I was seven we found a pregnant cat in our backyard. Friend’s of ours took the cat in and they ended up giving me a ginger kitten that I called Luna. Yep. Ginger cat named after the moon. Well actually, seven year old me named her after Sailor Moon’s cat. Who was purple in the show.
Luna is still alive at mum’s house. She kind of prefers mum’s company to mine because in her eyes I abandoned her for university. Understandable. Along with Luna there are a few other cats.
Jules. I found Jules underneath our house the day before I left for university. Mum decided to keep her. She also decided that she wasn’t going to rush getting Jules desexed. Cue a litter of kittens.
And just as Mum was considering get her desexed CUE ANOTHER LITTER OF KITTENS. Mum managed to find good homes for some of them. She then decided to keep a few others. Let’s see there is Saffron, Felix, Nyx and Pooka. Along with mother Jules and “Aunty” Luna that makes six cats. Which, by any sane person’s judgement, is a lot of cats. Note: Mum is sane I swear and the house does not smell of cat pee.
Anyway, whenever I visit, the cats kind of stay away. In their eyes I am a stranger. By about day two they’ll be inside when I’m there, by day four they’ll be on my lap. And then I leave, come back a few months later and have to start the whole process all over again.
Last time I was down this happened on my last night. It was cold and raining. I woke up about 4 am and rolled over to find a cat on my bed. Still slightly sleepy, I patted which ever cat was on my bed.
The thing was, it wasn’t one of mum’s cats. The neighbours had gone away for the weekend and their cat got out of the house and obviously sought shelter. Mum had complied and let the cat in. As a result, I had an almost stray cat sleeping on my bed.
An almost stray cat likes me more than mum’s cats do.
Anyway, I thought you would like the story.
Supervisor: you need to work harder.
"Thinking Matters" by Nikolaus Gansterer: Thinking matters.
My housemate: Just take your time.
A friend: don’t worry too much.
Mum: be happy. Also find out when you graduate so I can book a motel.