This. Just because I have a tattoo on my arm, doesn’t mean I want you to touch or grab me/it.
Homegirl hates storms. I can only think of a few other times she jumped on my bed, so she must be extra anxious tonight. Poor sensitive pup 😔
The Recordings of The Middle East
Blood // The Middle East
Apparently. I’m such a freak, right?
He has still been running outside every chance he gets & even got left out overnight one day last week 😒 so I got him a harness to see if that helps. He’s made me become that person that walks their cat…I’m not thrilled about it.
They were able to find this little buddy a forever home, so I don’t have to foster him. Kinda sad since he is so damn cute, but it’s for the best. Having to feed a kitten every 3 hours during finals doesn’t sound like a good time. We did get to spend some time snuggling and he kept licking me, so I got my kitten fix.
Got woken up this morning by a call from mom. She works in City Hall and Animal Control is right next door.
“We don’t want another kitten, right?”
No, mom. Adding Winston was definitely enough.
“It’s 3 weeks old…”
Well…I’d be down for fostering.
…looks like we may be bringing a little bitty kitty home tonight. Oh boy.
How I feel after a run
Andy gets me.
Stripes, aloha pu’erh, and a mountain of work that I hope will end sometime soon.
Ellen forever and always.
Dillon woke up early with me to make coffee so I can get some work done. He found a puppy blog he can’t get enough of, so I keep hearing little bursts of laughter and “awws” from him every so often while I type away about the role of trauma in later development of anorexia.
Making my mornings a little brighter since 2008.