Nostalgic.
2002-11-09 at 7:16 a.m.

 

Damn. I miss my cat. And my dog.

It's Saturday morning, I'm up early while Mr. Me is still in bed. I live in a flat where animals are not allowed so my cat and dog live with my parents.

I caught my cat. He was a stray who was invading our house in the night, fighting with my parents' cats and spraying stinky cat piss everywhere.

So I caught him and took him to the vets and got his balls cut off.

But, he forgave me for that. Kinda. And condescended to live in my home. And he is big and furry and black and white.

Anyway, because of the big furriness if he was here now I could snuggle with him. Snuggling with my cat was fun. He was like a hot water botttle with an element of death. He'd let you stroke him and snuggle him for many hours and then, all of a sudden he'd attack your hand/arm/leg/head/heart/whatever and try and kill you. Like all doting cat owners I think it's cute, everyone else hates him. But what do they know.

He's also cute when he chases you. Once he's tried to take a swipe at you he'll follow you around like he means to have another go. So cute. No... not scary, you at the back, he's a cutie pie.

My dog on the other hand is lovely. She's a black lab. I shouldn't really call her *my* dog as she does really belong to my parents. But she loves me. I'm popping up there today to see her *cough* my parents.

On a nice crisp winter's morning like this, doesn't frost makes things look clean? I could take her for a walk and listen to the grass crunch underfoot, watch my breath on the air, see my dog run around and have a look at the world before too many people start to wake up.

Still. I can't. So I think I'll go make Mr. Me give me a cuddle.