On Having Cats

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An aviary I saw built on an apartment balcony.

Brushing away the cobwebs in my mind. Speaking of which, yesterday while sitting at my computer, something bit me on the back of my thigh, and now I have a big swollen area. I'm guessing a tiny spider. Hope I was tasty. Some people definitely attract more biting insects than others. Human bait I guess. (Like fish bait only we attract insects).

Not sure what I want to do today. It's a Tuesday so I can't blame my blahs on Monday.
I kept dreaming I accidentally drove into a parking structure and they wanted me to pay $20 to drive back out.

Here comes the cat. I guess he's going to help me type. He must have heard me open the window and he wants to sit up there.
I was giving my other cat his liquid medicine this morning when he threw back his head and it all dribbled down his chest.

I really need to clean off my side desk so they can find a spot to lounge in.
Every time they jump out of the window papers and cards and pens and boxes tumble onto my floor. Sometimes I resent having cats. I always get stuck caring for them because the person that wanted them is off at a 'real' job and since I'm at home writing, their caretaking ends up on my lap both figuratively and literally.
And yes, they have perfectly good places to nest in other parts of the house but they prefer the room I'm in, whichever room that is.

I'm a dog person but I don't have one because I can't afford one. I had one when I moved in to this situation, but she died of a seizure. Also, I'm too close to other windows. The neighbor's dog's bark and whine and it's hard for me to write and get any work done in my home office, so I don't want a dog that will annoy my neighbor's when we are spitting distance from each other's windows. If I had a house on an acre of land, I'd get a dog in a heartbeat. For now, I have to put up with cats.