moirae

This is my stray kittie..


There are many like it...


But this one is mine.



So this is Scrapy. She's been hanging round my shop for a week or two now. She lives in the garbage next to a warehouse. She comes over every night to play, and get hair all over the place. At first she looked like she was on deaths doorstep, but she's finally starting to look like a real cat now that she's getting food, and attention. I considered taking her home for about five minutes. But finally decided that there is now way she's ever going to get past the stray instincts. She'll rub up against your leg or sit on your lap. But then ten minutes later she's attaking you and hissing like a wild animal. It's funny, so I guess I'll just keep feeding her, and let her do her own thing.

I've got a really nice party coming up saturday night, and I'm already hedging my bets as to whether I'm going to have a really good time. Or whether I'm going to be a sorrowful drunken mess. I hate parties. But we had a little warm up last saturday, and I had an amazingly good time. It was a nice momentary reprive from my all my emo drama. But as of now, I'm only giving myself a 20% chance of coming out on top this weekend. The odds seem to be leaning towards wallowing in misery with a bottle of whiskey in the jacuzi by about midnight. Everybody place their bets.....