“We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl...

How I wish, how I wish you were here.” ~Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here.



I got this email just before 6pm yesterday:

FYI - I saw a Russian Blue on the hike and bike trail. South side of the river, near the soccer fields. Same variegated tail, no collar, a little skinnier, but he perked up when I called his name. I could not capture him as he ran away again, but he may be there now. I would recommend going over (where the train track meets the trail about ¼ mile from the Mopac bridge).

Austin Boy

Funny thing is, he didn’t CALL and my computer was undergoing surgery at that point because the power supply went into a coma around 6pm Sunday night. So email was not an option after 5pm yesterday until after I could replace it.

I replied “WHY did you not call me?!”

His reply? “I didn’t have my phone on me today.”

How does he have email on him but no phone? What the fuck-ever.

He needs to go jump off of the Mopac bridge and stop messing with me.

What is wrong with him? I left him well enough alone.

I don’t know whether to go look with some safe company or to ignore.

I have a feeling it lead to a dream I had last night that my cat showed up at my door. God, that dream was fantastic. I cried tears of joy and I could almost feel the plush, soft, gorgeousness of fat boy’s coat against my arms.

Where are you, my fat boy?