October 27, 2017
My cat makes sense to me. I can’t tell if he speaks Thai Meowish or standard Meowish, but his communication is still clearer than most of the people with whom I interact out here.
All he really wants to do is eat fish and lay in the sun. Who doesn’t? Sure, there are times where he breaks shit and makes too much noise, but that’s just the acorn falling directly at the base of the tree. I don’t even care now when he does something a bit disruptive. I’d say it’s a part of his charm.
I’m glad I have a cat again. He keeps me grounded. Very little makes sense to me out here, so to have something that constantly needs to be swept or scooped after gives me the diversion I need as I sort out what I am doing with the rest of my life.
That’s all for now, dick. Love you.