No Sammy this morning

No Sammy this morning, and it's almost eleven.

And I have this thought: if an angel should come down and ask me what I wish to happen - for Sammy to return and for life go on as usual, or else for him to be lost to us for good - I am not sure what I would answer. In truth, I slightly favor the idea of losing Sammy.

Primarily, I don't think Sammy will ever stop crying throughout the nights when he is penned indoors, thus fracturing my sleep even worse than it already often is. But there is also the strong impression that Sammy is a very unhappy, miserable cat, and this is not likely to ever change, either.

Sammy

There he is. Sammy. And he's hungry. At least there is no limp nor wounds. And, yeah, although I think the quality of my life would be higher without Sammy, I am certainly glad to see him, but for a smidgen of regret.

"Run Bitch Run"

Made another bad video-streaming purchase at Amazon. "Run Bitch Run". At least it has nudity and rape scenes. But I really need to forget about scratching my porn itch on those movies. I should've went with Kidnapped. It promises a rape scene, but it also looks like an absorbing crime drama. A big reason why I went with the other one is that it is a dollar cheaper and runs for a whole week instead of just two days, but these are misleading factors.