Kitty

You know, it’s funny how having a cat makes me feel more scholarly. More maternal. Just all around cozier. I never wanted a cat, and I still don’t really want one, to tell the truth. Kitty’s nice and all, but basically a walking hairball, and we have our hair issues in this family. Right now, though, I’ve been working all morning on a paper I’m writing, sitting home in my pajamas since tonight’s my night class and I go in later, with Kitty curled up on the floor next to me—and it just feels different having another presence in my universe, but one so undemanding. Who’d have thought?