after the sleeping comes the waking up.

My life is starting to resemble this.

Posted by c. wagner on October 20, 2009

I’ve been adopted by a couple of stray cats. One of them is too smart for his own good. Little furry bastard has the girlfriend and I trained. He’ll jump up onto some of the stuff we have on the porch and peek in the window. And then he’ll meow. Pitifully. He’ll keep it up until one or both of us come out to feed him or just to cuddle him.

We call him Trouble. And he is.


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