Lately I feel like it must be hard for Satu, who is a very tidy, good smelling, aware of her surroundings person, to stay so even keeled in this house. Our beautiful, but weird cat likes to throw up in doorways. She usually does this in the wee hours of the morning so that Satu can find it when she wakes up. Maybe this is why Satu never sleeps well, her mind is always somewhat alert listening for puking cats and axe murderers.
Gimmie no longer smells like a skunk, but I really don't bath him because he hates it so much. He smells a little like a wild animal. (if wild animals wore dirty gym socks)
For my part, I recently had a little stomach bug and was actually surprised to wake up and find sweet notes for me by the coffee pot instead of empty closets. I thought for sure Satu would need a long, solitary vacation after that. Maybe in the desert.
Winter in Ohio is how you know your people love you. They will be trapped inside with you for months doing puzzles if they want to survive the weather. They will be putting their bare, frozen feet on your softest, squirmiest parts to stay warm and if you love them you will only put up a small fuss. Trapped inside for the winter, the oxe will break a lot of things, Hopefully just mundane, replaceable things, but occasionally something more. There are broken wine glasses and spilled soup in our past and probably future. Even still, she writes little hearts on the notes that she leaves.
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