a cat confesses

Restless leg syndrome became restless everything last night so I took a shot of Nyquil and I swear within minutes I was out but now I am awake again this fine Friday morning very tired.  I wash clothes, tried to read a chapter of Melville to no avail and spotty the cat is annoyed, last night I let him in after making much noise outside my window and I led him to the kitchen gave him some Danish cheddar pieces and then a diluted bowl of low fat milk which I took outside and he followed and drank.  Ten minutes later he’s back at my window crying as if he lost his whole family in a farming accident and now again he’s here at my window.

I’d take him in if he were human, I would.  But you’re allergic to me dude, ok?  I’d take you in right now if it weren’t for the allergies,  I’m sorry, please forgive me it’s nothing personal and I close the screen door and glass window and then pull the curtain closed.  He cries away, poor fella, sorry dude. 

What am I gonna do on this beautiful Friday morning, the same damn things.  Not much.  I can’t get the tv working so I missed game  one.  I think I’ll have to lay down again if I want to read this book.  Lots of lucky numbers on today’s plate.   Why don’t you email some people you haven’t heard from in a few years.

11:14am—Spotty the cat has a problem, he cries outside my screen window, the ledge is too narrow to lay down and he falls off, his paws holding on in desperation and he’s looking at me though he knows his back paws are already touching the corrugated sheet but he wants my attention.  I’d like to know how I can help him before I let him into the allergy-free house. 

Very strange you think?  We had a meow to meow conversation through the screen like he was giving a confession and he is distraught and could use some companionship of another species or some advice, what kind of advice does a feral cat need? 

I vacuumed the room for the first time since I moved in at the end of March, dusted the furniture, cleaned glass.  A few nights ago something bit me on my leg above the ankle and I’m thinking bed bugs are not nice at all and should be feared but I know it wasn’t a bed bug but there are critters where my feet go under the desks so a quick vacuum and I’ll look for some bug killer and maybe spray though I’ll have to leave, right?  Maybe tomorrow.

Melville’s chapter on the pulpit lost me or it was trying to read it on yesterday’s transport I don’t know, should I read it again in different circumstances  with different light and chairs and…ya, ok I’m trying again.  When I’m not sleepy.

Jesus died a cruel death indeed.  If anything good can come from this that hasn’t been duly noted his barbaric experience was only four days. 

I think today I’ll go to the French Bakery and stretch this uncertain body of mine. 

Maybe I’ll go tomorrow morning.

8:51pm—French toast for dinner.  It is so good.  Followed by a second coffee and a Cadbury chocolate bar.  Excellent diet, my friend.  And how will you finish the day?  Any last thoughts here?