As weeks go, this one was especially exhausting. The season is turning. Fall has made its presence known with a chill in the air. It's also been a week of changes - dramatic ones, it turns out. When you get used to someone or something. When you rely on it/them so heavily, you feel the void from the inside out. There is an eery silence at home. Things are back to normal, and it seems lonely, suddenly. Headaches surfaced again. Thoughts are jumbled, too.
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Roman, is out from hiding. Picasso visits more often. Ninja doesn't walk cautiously around corners expecting to encounter a swatting paw belonging to Kallee. The energy of Toulouse is missing. I didn't realize I'd spent so much time watching him play and keeping Kallee a safe distance away from the other animals. I vacuumed. I kinda' miss the disarray the foster cats made everything. I mean EVERYTHING - everywhere.
I lost a little succulent plant not too long ago. I had a plan for it.
Planticide occurred here.
The suspects are known, the details a bit fuzzy, but the scene - well, planting soil splattered with a clear pattern. It was a strategic attack. I'd like to point the finger to the obvious suspect: Toulouse the kitten, but my money is on Kallee. She is where she wants to be, and she doesn't give a sh*t. Toulouse is adopted, two days now. Kallee is set up and ready to go. She just needs to meet the right human in the right circumstances for her. She's a special feline. Knows what she wants. Doesn't share. And, a reliable awkward snuggler.
Wanna' see her?
The end is here. Abruptly.
