How that usually ends up is talking too much in real human company and not making a lot of sense because the stream of thought picks up from somewhere in the mind zone. Be glad; more than half of it goes to random cats, dogs and goats I see along the way.
Housesitting hill ends today. I've gotten to know another great cat better than before. A cat who is pretty much dog like in sleeping habits, a head on my shoulder, a paw on my arm, but very much cat-like the rest of the time. With acres of outside places to scratch, including a very nice indoor scratching toy, it's much more fun to scratch screens and boxes and paper. Because cats need no reason. For anything. I understand and obey, while saving the important stuff.
|Sometimes the best way to look at something is from the far side.|