The Wandering Furry Thing.

The cat returned for the second night in a row. I don't know what it wants. I named it Catface, it's my go to technique for naming animals. It gave the kind of mew that it was clearly distressed over something. But I don't speak cat, it's like trying to figure out what a baby wants when it's crying. That first night I tried both food and water, probably unwise, but you don't just shoo away a potentially starving creature. It didn't partake, the ants did though. There's always the possibility that it was just a loud mouthed thing, nosy about why I was outside. It kept waiting near the door as if it expected to be let inside, I do have my limits. Part of me hoped it would come back again, what does that say about me? I like the idea of a wandering cat, goes where it wants and isn't worried about manners. Perhaps I took a shining to is because it's living the sort of life that appeals to me.

Too bad my Homo Sapien ego won't allow me to become inspired by some homeless feline, lousy standards... Hmm, just thinking how easy it'd be right now to go into some self pitying rant, good segue way for it. But I'm content, things are going well if a little slowly. Becoming adjusted to that speed now, but it can be frustrating. You rush it and there's a high chance you'll get it wrong. Slow and steady wins the race, finally got the moral of that story. Have fun with the elections tomorrow, well I need to get excited anyway. It doesn't feel important, but if I knew more about what went on behind the scenes I know I would change my opinion on that. By the next elections I plan on knowing exactly what that might pertain. Night all!

Andy Scott