Originally Posted Friday, September 19, 2014
It would be difficult to top yesterday's post today. I wrote it in my sleep. Today, the mania has passed and I am woozy and wondering what on earth there is to say. I might complain about cat litter. My petite chat no longer goes outside at all. As a matter of fact, she recently took to sleeping in the cat bed I bought her a couple of years ago. She is getting old and there are coyotes about, I hear. They have moved into the south and have become a nuisance. So kit kat has gotten even more emotional and loves when a new friend comes over for she is quite willing to love her in ways I am too allergic to do.
The downside of having an indoor cat is that she poops and pees in the litter box, something she did not do until recently. I kept one in the bathroom, but it was for emergencies. Neither of us really needed it. Now, I have to clean it every day and change the litter often. But the litter has changed. I mean I can't find the kind I used to buy that seemed so easy. Now they are all clay based and clump and are difficult to scoop which is the idea, I assume, as it requires you buy much more litter. And the new litter has a terrible chemical oder that permeates the house. I know it is terrible for my lungs and brain and I'm sure it will cause some undiagnosed blood disease. And they package it in impossible to use cardboard boxes. I hate all of it.
On my last outing, though, I found one with a handle and a cap, so at least it is easy to pour. But I need one that doesn't have the odor. I can feel it compromising me as I write.
Like the season, I'm in transition. The first day of autumn is Tuesday. Summer is flagging. The darkness is coming on. I become sleepy and melancholy and full of the darker wisdoms. I will need swaddling at night to keep me calm. Yes, a good swaddling is what I will need in the long darkness.
But let's not dwell on the coming night. We shall revel in what is left of the summer light.
Rage, rage, etc.
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