May. 29th, 2012

tysolna: (curious cat)
It's cooled down enough for my brain to start working again, which is a beautiful thing.

I wish I had a cat. But at least I can cat-sit occasionally, which is always a joy, especially with such an adorable cat as my co-worker's little red persian. Her purr is louder than her meow, but my, does she purr! She loves to play, and have her tummy scratched, and then she will lie loaf-shaped on a sofa and gradually sink into it, I don't know how she does it but it looks adorable.
And then there are the cats that I meet on my way home from work, of which there are at least seven. Most of them I just say hi to (there are the two who always stick together, so similar in colour - a dirty tortoiseshell - but one is a longhair, one a shorthair with only three legs; then there is the white one, and the redhead that looks so much like my Garfield; the large black one who looks like a bonsai panther; just to name a few), but there is one black cat which I'm seeing most evenings, the friendly, engaging one who will let herself be petted - no, who demands to be petted for at least ten minutes, if she can get away with. The funny thing is that she appears more often than not when I am feeling stressed, or am in a bad mood, but this mood never lasts around her.
I hope one day to live in a place where I can have cats. Am I going to be a weird old cat lady? I could imagine worse fates.

My mum called earlier, and after the usual "hey how are you" and "how was your day", she began talking about this series that had just been broadcast in Germany, and how brilliant it was, and how stunning - she was sure that when the man jumped off of the building, he was dead, and then there was the graveyard scene, and he was standing there - Yes, my mum has watched Sherlock, and she loves it. (Mum loves crime anyway, and Sherlock Holmes has been read in our household.) Without prompting from me, mind you, she talked about the show for some time, mentioned Baskerville too, and how well written it all was. And she's only seen the German dubbed version! (She also likes Mr Cumberbatch and said how striking he looks. I guess, well, chip off the old block, me.)

I keep finding things. I think that once you start noticing things and don't just pass them by, but pick them up, things will start noticing you. The last three things I found were pens and pencils. I guess it's fate kicking me in the butt.


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