Cat Night

Dec. 6th, 2003 06:15 am
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As I was about to fire up Sluggo after a couple of hours of reading, the cat decided to hop in my lap and go to sleep. She hasn't been feeling well again today, so I let her stay. She stayed for two hours. Well, she is probably 17 or 18 years old now, and I doubt she'll be around much longer, so I like to give her as much atention as I can. I went back to reading, accompanied by occasional purrs when she would wake briefly, and by the sound of rain.

The wind has been blowing a bit, too. It gusts here once in a while, but most of the time it is blowing somewhere else in the forest 'round about, and it keeps pretty much to the treetops. The sound accumulates and creates a constant hum which can be heard clearly only when the rain moderates for a while. The rest of the time, the night is a pattering and splashing and drumming that soon becomes hypnotic. No wonder all the cat wants to do is sleep.

A few minutes ago, she finally moved herself onto a cushion, so I could get up and pay some attention to Sluggo. But it is very late, and I don't want to risk repeating yesterday's disastrous excess of sleep, so I don't intend to pay much attention to Sluggo. A quick bit of catching up, then off to bed -- with a cat curled around my head, no doubt.

Date: 2003-12-06 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marseille.livejournal.com
We have six-eight inches of snow, and it's falling heavily still, occasionally horizontally, which stings the face.
Cats are curious, want to check out the snow falling off our boots, and the birds congregating on the balcony for seed.

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