the horrible truth

The horrible truth is exercise just makes me feel better. I know this *is* true, but I keep mentioning it because I have this hope that someday it’ll actually sink in. I got up early-ish this morning and went for a walk because they said the weather would get increasingly …

…eeegh.

The lovely Interloper Kitty who lives next door has come into our back yard and has found a stiff, dead Quite Large Mouse or Very Small Rat and is now extremely gleefully bouncing and writhing around the patio with it. My own cats are hunched at the back door, glowering …

House: 0; Kit & Ted: 1

Also, cats: 0; Kit: 2 After yesterday’s eye-mooshing allergy fit (my eye is much better today), this morning was spent in a cleaning fit. Everything has been vacuumed within an inch of its life, including the cats, at least metaphorically. I have washed them. They are not at all happy …

oops.

Having done all that writing yesterday, my motivation seems to have drowned in today’s downfall of rain. Its loss is compounded by the kitty cats being cold, and therefore very happy to snuggle on me and emit kitty sleep rays. On the other hand, last night I did think of …

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