| my cat and I |
[Mar. 23rd, 2006|02:04 pm] |
today i walked down belmont blvd and imagined my future.
Living in a quaint house on belmont bld(or somewhere similar anywhere) with a generous porch, i will sit in my porch swing with a cup of coffee in hand (black mostly, but on good days, with a little hot chocolate, and on the dreary days, a bit of whiskey) sipping slow, so as not to burn my tongue, while i eagerly devour all the passes before me (on my more aggresive days), or merely just laggardly let my eyes make a blur of everything. My cat, black or calico (or really any cat of any kind) will be curled next to me, purring with every stroke of my hand across her back. And we'll just sit. SIt and not worry about anything else, my cat and I. |
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