5.11.2006
Last A&P class yesterday night with the exception of the final. Shoulder boy talking about cattle farming. Shut up. Please. You are ruining my fantasy. Hand tracing up abdomen. Bliss. Take off your shirt. I am an incorrigible slut. Feeling lazy today. Big, snuggly tiger cat on my lap. Begging for attention and slapping me in the face with his tail. Love him. Speaking of love, countdown to the return of sister continues. Will be nice to have a kindred spirit so close. Lonely sometimes without one. Feeling a bit boxed in of late. Hard to imagine in such a progressive, liberal area, eh? Believe it. Trudge through dear one. Press on. But of course.
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While you're stroking your tiger cat, I'm holding our beautiful little Calico Manx who has just come into our lives. Being refugees from New Orleans, it was almost more than we could bear when our huge (15 pounds) tuxedo cat got sick and died when we were in New Orleans trying to recover something from our flooded home.
By accident, we passed the Blue Ridge Mountain Rescue Shelter and on a second visit came upon Miss Paige who really needed a home. She had been abused by a young child and was our choice to try and fit her in with our black Persian. It's a long story I'll tell you some time if you like (I have written to you via your e-mail) but it has all worked out. She has turned out to be the sweetest cat we have ever owned. Is even getting along with old Hobo the dog who will be 14 on Monday.
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Thanks so much for posting your story. Enjoy your new companion. Just posted a pic of mine. (all 16 pounds of him)
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