The Cat Whisperer

JennJenn thinks her cat has a crush on me. He, and her roomates' cats as well for that matter, try their best to get in my face whenever I'm over. But then when I go to pet them they're like, whatever bitch don't touch me, and they walk away. No wonder I like dogs better. I miss my dogs. Last night I had trouble sleeping because I started thinking about it, and how Max used to take over my bed so that I would wake up feeling all cramped from sleeping in a mangled position so as not to disturb him, and with a puddle of bulldog drool all over the bed.

I've had a few nights like that lately, where the absence of something that has been absent for months or even years suddenly becomes a completely unnatural experience. A week or so ago I couldn't sleep because I had the most unnerving feeling that soemthing was wrong...then I realized that it was simply being warm and dry in my own bed, in the silent house, rather than perpetually damp in a sleeping bag on a bunk bed in an uninsulated wooden cabin with rain falling incessantly on a metal roof above my head. I mean, I guess I can attribute that one to the travel bug, I think I need to go somewhere again real soon (this time last year I was getting ready to leave for Costa Rica). But the fact that I was all isomniac over it is just really weird.

On a completely unrelated note, I might get to learn how to set up a yurt! Yurts are these cool-ass-cool buildings originally built by the Mongolians. And at this treehugger-y event I'm attending with the Sierra Club in a couple weeks, Selene's partner is most defintiely setting one up. If there's room in the car I get to tag along in the early morning (and yet I'm still excited) to help thems et it up. What can I say? I'm an experience whore.

Hi Mark

Thanks for helping me set this up...computeriness hates me. Now let's see if I can keep it up without pulling my hair out. ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR