There is a lot on my plate right now, and a lot on my mind. What’s not on my plate (physically or otherwise) but IS on my mind currently, is cats. I think it’s because my keyboard is still covered in the fur of the gato that lives at my friend’s (the one that writes poetry) neighbor’s house, but likes to eat and snuggle in their’s from time to time. That sentence is a mouthful. Kinda like the mouthful of cat hair I have right now. Oh well, I’m too lazy to change it. Deal with it. Anyways, I still got a bit of the sniffles, but my heart is filled with joy. That coupled with facestalking my own profile pics to see if I’m cool, and thereby stumbling upon a picture of my belated shaquito gato, Myra, and also reading the good book, which made me think about the ‘lol cat bible,’ brought it all together. Geez, another mouthful! Sorry guys. The ‘lol cat bible‘ is a great read if you want to giggle a bit, and be awe-inspired by the dedication these people must have to translate that bad boy.
All this reminded me of a girl I knew in first grade. Maryanne Rigsby. It’s amazing what a childhood mind will remember. This girl was tall like a giraffe and loved french bread covered in butter. One day she showed up to class crying profusely over the death of her cat. I’m not going to make fun of lil Maryanne, because I too cried when my precious meow meow died. Even as that was a few months ago. Adults cry too, okay? Don’t judge. Believe it or not, that was my first encounter with death. First grade, giraffe girl’s cat. I don’t need to explain to you folks the difference between the comfort of friends and the comfort of family, right? We all get it: family is stuck with you, friends choose to stay with you. And it’s nice to have a pat on the back from people that can run when things get hairy. Man, SO MUCH HAIR! K, go look up some of those cat pictures and videos, and maybe get some greater meaning out of them. Oh, and homeschooling. That too. Don’t do it. My work here is done. Peace motha lickas!