my morning walk

I actually felt good enough to go for my morning walk. I was afraid that these walks had already become a thing of the past. I had a decent night of sleep, pulling close to six hours altogether. Although it was still a broken, rough sleep and certainly nothing like a seven-hour straight sleep, in light of these insomniac weeks, the sleep was like the gift of angels.

There was one distressing episode that I came across upon first leaving home. I thought I may have seen that stray cat that has been making her rounds to my cats’ plate on the patio. I’ve been chasing that cat away and doing what I can to discourage her, and I hoped that this past week of having my cats penned up in the house might finally break the stray cat’s routine. But this cat that I saw this morning looked like she was on the verge of death by starvation - just skin and bones and frazzled with such wide-eyed distress. I thought, “If you can make it just one more day.” I’m planning on letting the cats out this evening, along with the plate of food.

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Ms. Walker

Pop left this Friday morning, as he has for several weeks now, to spend the night at Ms. Walker’s. Always great news for me.

However, while I am finishing my dinner in the big room, the car pulls into the driveway. He is back. Might they have had a fight or something like that? No, she is here with him.

I suspect Pop was insistent and got his way about her staying here, and I am afraid that this is going to be the pattern, that she will now be coming here every weekend to spend the night, maybe even two nights, week after week, for as many weeks as the eye can see.

My life just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?

Of course, I could be wrong, but would you bet on it? Not if you got any sense in your head. My losing is one of the few sure bets in this world.

A stray cat

A stray cat has made it to the patio plate, but not the one I was somewhat hoping for, the starving one. This stray was a different cat, a fat orange one, and oddly and distrubing enough, my cats were put off by this visitor hissing at it, and I chased it away. I also felt compelled to keep the plate inside the house. I don't know if that other stray cat ever made it in, but if she did, she was out of luck again, and she is about out of chances, I think.