Feeling alive beats hell out of feeling dead, and is rather a nice change of pace.

I call it Rebel Rebel because I’m not sure if it’s a boy or a girl. I suspect, though, that he’s a boy, so I shall henceforth refer to him as one.

I’m seriously allergic to cats so I’m only going to let him be so much a part of my life. I do feed him when he comes around, though, and I give him water. And I let him rub up against my leg. He seems healthy and he’s very affectionate so I assume he’s not feral. I think he may belong to someone in the neighborhood. He sort of comes and goes but it makes me surprisingly happy when I see him sleeping out on the deck. And I have a fantasy that he’s intimidating the mice as well.

It’s actually the perfect cat scenario for me. I think my mom may have had the same arrangement with this same cat. And he’s just kind of adorable…

Just incredibly busy.

I like to clarify that from time to time.