My mom says that my cat and I are the same creature when she sees me staring up at the tassle from the found photo album hanging slightly over the shelf in the living room, clearly perturbed. I don't doubt it - except, I hope, for her senility at the rather impressive cat age of 14. Did you know that cats could have dementia?
I wish that my house were air-conditioned only when I am overcome with the desire to drink tea but it is far too hot and sticky, which is actually quite often. The rest of the time, the purring 80's steel fan with the head that twists to cool the whole room is quite fine.
Monday, July 27, 2009
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