Posts tagged with "Dolly"

Welcome Home

Joel and Charlotte agreed to take care of Dolly while I was in Hong Kong. Unfortunately, the com­bi­na­tion of anoth­er cat, a dog, a new envi­ron­ment, and my absence, stressed her out. She start­ed mark­ing her ter­ri­to­ry (on their couch), even with her own lit­ter box in a seclud­ed area, so they decid­ed to bring her back to my house, and let Julie take care of her from then on.

Cat drawing

I found this draw­ing on my white board when I got back. Along with an espe­cial­ly affec­tion­ate cat, it was a nice lit­tle thing to come home to.

Kitteh With Catnip

One of the advan­tages of hav­ing such a lov­able cat is that peo­ple want to buy her things. I make a con­scious effort not to spoil her with human food, so she hap­pi­ly accepts toys and treats from peo­ple.

Like this bun­ny filled with cat­nip that Louise bought for her.

One thing she real­ly likes to do is grab her cat­nip toys by the teeth and shake them to release the scent. I don’t give her cat­nip very often, so in ston­er terms, this meas she’s a light­weight.

And oh how she loves it; with­in a few min­utes, the fur of the toy is cov­ered in cat drool.

I just want fucking makeouts

I drove home from class tonight with the win­dows down and the music cranked. It’s not the songs, it’s not the singing, it’s not the speed, it’s the air that affects you. That smell.

The Operation by Charlotte Gainsbourg is the ulti­mate night-time dri­ving track when you’re feel­ing sin­gle and elec­tri­fied.1 The base­line dri­ves you.

I had The Operation by Charlotte Gainsbourg play­ing here.

i want to explore you
i’m gonna get under your skin
so you can feel me run­ning through your veins

i want to exam­ine
every inch of your frame
the pres­sure points that cause your joy and pain

When I got home, I show­ered, got into in my PJs, took Dolly in my arms, and stood out on the patio. I want­ed her to feel what I was feel­ing under that night sky. She clung to my arms, but did­n’t make a sound. It was unlike her, because any time Dolly gets picked up she imme­di­ate­ly begins purring. The night was too much for her.

I think it’s too much for me some­times.

For now, I’ll live vic­ar­i­ous­ly through Maggie. Except I won’t be get­ting drunk on Sparks (the orange kind), I won’t be going danc­ing, I’ll just keep run­ning into my crush­es at every turn, and I’ll keep meet­ing the ass­hole, idiot guys they go out with. And like Maggie, I’ll refuse to be that guy. The one who talks shit about oth­er guys, the one who floss­es his cash mon­ey, the one who dri­ves fast to prove he’s got a dick.

Yes, I’m break­ing my post order because of Maggie. It’s like she made me write this. I would total­ly hoola­hoop and make Dragon Ball Z pos­es with her. I just found out that I don’t know how to spell hoola­hoop. Hula hoop. There we go.

Maybe this dry spell is mak­ing me loopy.

I think I’ll sleep with the win­dows open tonight.

  1. This song won’t be up for long; I’m tak­ing it down in a cou­ple days. [↩]