I was reproached (in the kindest manner) for posting heavy stuff on a Saturday morning. I shall repent and rectify. Here’s a cat. Advertisements
The cat is waiting for me to finish my shower, so she could jump right in and drink the soapy water, clearly not knowing any better.
In the night, I listen to the sounds that the cat makes. It’s sort of soothing. Here are the sounds: Floor creaking: the creaky old floor creaks even when my light-weight cat walks on it. There’s an element of suspense because you never know where exactly she’s heading and what she’s up to. Radiator clinking:
It’s probably late for Michael’s Wot I Shot challenge. Or maybe not. To my utmost confusion, I always see Michael’s Wednesday posts on Tuesday. So why not join the Wednesday challenge on Thursday? Time zones clearly elude me. I took and ruined Michael’s challenge by deciding to participate with the worst of my bad Instagram
My cat is sad because I can’t sleep, which is keeping her awake too.
A tiny thing Crying and cowering Behind the bins Is that— A cat! A kitten rather All big-eyed And terrified Shh, shh, she said There, there You’re good now She broke Into a smile Because the life She saves may be Her own
I’m overworked. No, really, I’m always overworked but now I’m acutely overworked. That’s why I thought that before resuming work, I could grab a blogging break. Not a break from blogging but a break to blog. You know, so I could feel guilty afterwards for not having been working. Overwork is an awesome way to
The cat ruined my cushion and fell asleep at the crime scene. She doesn’t get the concept of guilt.
It’s been such a wonderfully quiet day. No one called me, no one mailed me, no one came banging at my door in the misled belief that when I’m the concierge, I can set their problems and the world to rights. Only the cat has been disturbing me. She’s excited I didn’t leave her forever
To take a break from contemplating suicide, I thought I’d brainstorm some ideas to stay alive instead. That’s my notion of testing the power of positive psychology. I believe I’m doing it right, theoretically, but really, I’m not feeling it. Let’s go through the exercise though. Here’s a bunch of random reasons why avoid suicide.