rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,

This Is What I Have Written for My Journal's Eleventh Anniversary

Portia likes to sit on the window sills, and every time she scratches herself while there she rattles the window, or the screen if the window is open. As many times as I've heard it, it still startles me. She scratches a lot, too. She also like to take baths in the window sills, and then she smears kitty spit all over the glass, often with strands of fur in it. If only kitty spit could clean windows instead of smudging them! This would then be a perfect world!

It's too warm to cook. I'm heating a can of beans.

Happy eleventh, journal.

  • Reset Thirty-Five Day Thirteen

    Sunday got very, very wet. It was raining when I went to sleep around eight o'clock in the morning and raining when I got up around four o'clock in…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Twelve

    Saturday was grey anticipation, the cool air expectant, the tentative showers like a tease. Not until nightfall did the rain really begin, and then…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Eleven

    Friday I took another midnight nap, though all I'd intended was to try to straighten out a kink in my back. Lying on my back for a few minutes ought…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.