that everything was just, I don’t know, different? In a non-specific, if-you’re-not-part-of-the-solution-you’re-part-of-the-problem kind of way? I mean, I don’t have a concrete idea of how I would like things to be, just not as they are now. Studying is going badly, knitting is going slowly, my mom wants a pair of acrylic house socks …
Anyway. This is my cat, Alice. She’s the love of my life.
I adopted her last September from a local shelter. We’ve been living happily together ever since; she doesn’t care about my studying or my knitting — as long as I keep breakfast and dinner time regular, she’s happy as can be. Simple pleasures.
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