The new guy in my life.
You can tell me the truth. That blog I wrote about the veggie pasta I cooked? It sucked, I know. I wasn’t sure what to say during this stationary interlude, and tried to talk about the adjustment of it…
But now I definitely have something to say. Because there is someone new in my life. Someone…wonderful. I am learning so much!
This individual is affectionate and loving, but without being clingy. The one in question…he…is independent and self reliant without being aloof. And so considerate! For example, he hardly makes any mess when he goes to the bathroom.
In fact, he usually just goes in the neighbor’s yard.
I am occasionally prone to platonic man-crushes, but this one is different in one rather significant way.
His name is Scoobie. Now hold out your hand for a moment and let him sniff you.
Good. He likes you. We can still be friends.
I am now going to try and avoid ranting about a cat for far longer than necessary. I will fail at this task. I will not regret that failure.
When he has decided that I have slept enough, he walks across my chest and onto the end table.
Once there he will go through my stuff, perhaps pushing the book around or nibbling on the prayer beads I brought back from Nepal.
This is an effective method for getting me out of bed. I am glad my college roommate never tried it.
He enjoys chilling, meandering, and sitting on my chest.
I would tell you about how he plays with the yarn when I crochet, but that’s just too cute. (Plus I never told you that I know how to crochet.)
These blogging websites don’t always do well with text, pictures, and captions. If Scoobie felt like it he could design a blogging website that worked far better, but he has better things to do. (See: picture below.)
Hahaha! Yes. Nicely done. Great shots of Scoobie.
Awww, Scoobie is adorable. Love the markings on his face. What a great friend … and he is lucky to have you, too. 🙂
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