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I have acquired an admirer.
Saturday, 2 August 2003 17:06He sleeps with me every night, and no matter how many times I squish him, push him off the sofa, or roll over on him, he won't leave me be. Last night I fell asleep in a slick shirt, and no matter how many times he tried he could not stay on top of me without sliding off. I finally picked him up by the scruff of the neck and made him sleep on the pillow I was holding between my knees.
I really wish Charlotte would do something about his fleas. Those fleas are really wigging me out. Both he and his littermate came home with them, but she didn't have the forsight to give either of them a flea bath before letting them scamper about her room.
But seriously, this kitten is madly in love with me. He just can't stand to NOT be around me.
More going through boxes full of papers and clothing. Charlotte has adopted my "if you don't remember it, it's probably not that important to keep" policy. So much of the things we're going through have been in the basement so long they are either soaked, moldy, or bug-infested. Our hearts break with each decayed discovery. I still can't find Mama's purple lady painting. That's the main thing I'm wanting. Everything else is a happy side effect. Charlotte has no idea what I'm talking about, so she's not interested in the least whether or not I take it home.
That white lacy sundress I talked about in my last entry really got to me once I realized that the top closure was fastened by a safety pin. A safety pin that had been rusting in that basement for at least 20 years. My mother never did finish a single sewing project--every homemade outfit she wore was held together by tape and safety pins.
I really wish Charlotte would do something about his fleas. Those fleas are really wigging me out. Both he and his littermate came home with them, but she didn't have the forsight to give either of them a flea bath before letting them scamper about her room.
But seriously, this kitten is madly in love with me. He just can't stand to NOT be around me.
More going through boxes full of papers and clothing. Charlotte has adopted my "if you don't remember it, it's probably not that important to keep" policy. So much of the things we're going through have been in the basement so long they are either soaked, moldy, or bug-infested. Our hearts break with each decayed discovery. I still can't find Mama's purple lady painting. That's the main thing I'm wanting. Everything else is a happy side effect. Charlotte has no idea what I'm talking about, so she's not interested in the least whether or not I take it home.
That white lacy sundress I talked about in my last entry really got to me once I realized that the top closure was fastened by a safety pin. A safety pin that had been rusting in that basement for at least 20 years. My mother never did finish a single sewing project--every homemade outfit she wore was held together by tape and safety pins.
