I AM Pinky

I am the lover of the household.
You'd never know it - I don't look like much of a Romeo, and then again, I'm not that kind of lover...I just love to sit on laps and be hugged and purr and all that other general GOOD cat stuff.
Today has been relatively quiet. Mama opened the door and window because it was so nice, and she kissed me on the ear when I wasn't looking and almost shocked me off my perch on the table. The girls raced around and chattered about sunbeams and cool air ruffling their fur...takes me back to a younger time, really, when I was "outdoors". Mama doesn't let us do "outdoors" anymore, she says there are too many mean people and sickly cats out there for us to be safe. She worries about me a lot out there - and really, I can't help myself, because if someone comes near me, I want to be sociable and give them some cat lovin' just incase they don't get any at home...and Mama says that is a bad thing where we live now. Its okay though...I love up every person who comes in the house and get their undivided attention!

Mama's reading: Her first Neil Gaimen book, Anansi Boys. She's not read enough of it to make an opinion, not that THAT has ever stopped her before. She gave up on the scifi for now...

And Mama's playing this loud and we've all hidden:

He’s got fasting black lungs made of clove splintered shardes
They’re the kind that will talk through a weezing of coughs
And I hear him every night in every pore and every time he just makes me warm
Freeze without an answer free from all the shame must I hide
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone
Look at how they flock to him from an isle of open sores
He knows that the taste is such, such to die for
And I hear him every night on every street
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide cuz i’ll never never sleep alone
Oh lord
Said I’m bloodshot for sure pale runs the ghost
Swollen on the shore everynight in every pore
The scales that do slither
Deliver me from…
Freeze without an answer free from all the shame
Then I’ll hide
Cuz I’ll never never sleep alone

--- The Widow, the Mars Volta

I'll be on the bed,
Pinky