I have not written a blog post in almost a month. And I have no good excuse. So now I run into the dilemma of having so much to update, I’m guaranteed to write yet another excruciatingly long post. Which means you’re going to take one long, scrolling look at this column of toppling words, read the last sentence and, as long as it doesn’t say I’m dying of malaria, close the post altogether. I’m not dying of malaria. But I might say that I am. At the very end. Just to entice you to read this ridiculous update.
Where do I start? Oh, who cares, right? I’m going to start somewhere in the middle because I can’t remember in what order anything happens these days and it doesn’t really matter, anyhow.
I went to the GSPCA to volunteer with Ivan and a friend. And now cute pictures of dogs.
Caleeco has become more brash these days. She has settled in, very firmly, to our general area, adopting the married housing apartments and the super-dorm across the drive as her territory. If any of the other campus feral cats come into her territory, she will end them. Loudly. In the middle of the night. So the numerous dishes and cans of cat food that materialize outside of doorways throughout the day are hers and hers only. If any dare to forget to offer up their edible token of appreciation for her constant protection and vigilance, she responds with off-key, non-stop mewing. Whether or not she’s actually hungry or willing to eat is unimportant to the demand for food.