Over-stimulation is a slingshot moved by the force of company for the sake of self-distraction.
And yet I’ve never felt so alone. The nights are filled with absence, which I try to mollify with indulgence. It’s okay for now cause I know I’ll be okay some day, when it’ll be safe to be alone with my thoughts again.
Kitties are impossible to resist when you see them in every other viral video doing something hilarious or clever or just plain cute, and my plan to wait until life settled down a bit before adopting another one was as difficult as the intentions were noble.
I’ve had Byron for about a month now, and he’s already been a great companion. He hasn’t warmed up to sleeping with me at night, but he frequently sleeps in my lap, and follows me around the house, even going so far as to lie on the bathmat to watch me whenever I’m making a nice BM. He also rarely stops moving, which makes him especially difficult to photograph. Like Dolly, he can be quite a vocal cat, and will meow repeatedly when he knows he’s about to be fed or if I call his name.
I can tell he’s already grown in the short time I’ve had him. It’s always fun to see how all the parts of kitties develop at different rates; right now he has big ears and a full tail, though his big mitts are more likely due to his breed. His face is also quite mature, though it isn’t particularly striking or unique.
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Thank you for friends from Scotland and mooncake from Hong Kong.
Thank you for guests and hosts and holidays.
Thank you for friends like Lisa and Flight of the Concords.
Thank you for healthy kitties.
Thank you for moving baselines and dubstep wobbles.
Thank you for locally grown beef and signature sauces.
Thank you for inspirations and front row seats.
Thank you for British sitcoms, old and new.
Thank you for cheeks and daydreams.
Thank you for new friends and Magic nights.