I was just outside feeding Lucky – my deceased neighbor’s cat. He got a can of tuna and some cheese this morning. He’s gotten where he will let me pet him, but it has taken months of building trust. I was hoping to make Lucky my cat, but realized months ago that he was just too fiercely independent. He would never be a house cat. He is content to sleep on the blanket I placed in Joyce’s laundry room and go about his business during the day – most likely hunting and fighting with the other male cats in the neighborhood. He has the scars to prove it. Maggie looked on in the fence at our interaction and turned up her nose. Maggie and Lucky have a shaky truce though. Maggie doesn’t bark at him like she does other cats – other cats will send Maggie reeling. If I could catch Lucky, I would take him to the vet and get him fixed, but I fear I would destroy any trust we have built up over this past year.
I drove over this morning to get my six diet Cokes and they weren’t on the porch which was extremely odd for mom to neglect. I knocked on the door and dad answered. He was all interested in how I felt.
“I feel good this morning,” I told him. “Mornings are always bliss mentally.”
“Have you taken your Klonopin?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. “I am saving it for lunch.”
Dad grumbled some about his worries about me saving up that pill to gather pills to take in one big mass.
“Promise me you are going to take it at lunch,” he said. “Don’t save them up and get drunk.”
We walked down into the basement to get my Cokes. Dad grumbled about that as well saying I shouldn’t be drinking them. He says I get high off the caffeine. The feel good police were in full force this morning.
I don’t know what the day may bring and I am apprehensive. I hope today is good. We are off to a good start. I am able to take satisfaction out of the Internet this morning – something I couldn’t do yesterday. I am content to check the blog and look for updates on Facebook. As far as Twitter is concerned, I tend to post and interact in spurts. Sometimes, I feel like I am posting to the ether though. Who reads all that stuff? I was once enamored with a single woman on Twitter until I realized she was simple minded. She called herself a writer, but never updated her blog. I just didn’t understand that. She was a pious Vegan and it would have never worked between us as far as friendship goes. She preached too much. I would have to fight the urge to tell her we, as humans, are omnivorous. Our teeth prove it. It was certainly interesting while it lasted, though. I will have to admit to that.
What are you feeling? I feel calm and collected this morning – taking so much joy out of listening to the radio and browsing the Internet. I am listening to a Coast to Coast AM show from last year about 2012 and the coming apocalypse. These shows about 2012 and the Mayan calendar always make me chuckle – they take this stuff so seriously and it is much ado about nothing. I am always amazed that these people can talk for four hours about something that isn’t even real, but I still listen fascinated.