Day One

[brandywine28]

Back: aching.

Nerves: shot.

Cat: pissed.

Nearest sign of civilization (i.e. pizza, pizza being the most important part of civilization): approx. 10,000 miles away.

Crunchy-looking hippie market the next block over: noted, but unexplored.


More tomorrow, after I've slept for eighteen hours and come up with a way to make this damn cat love me again.

Comments

[wendy.livejournal.com]

PIPE CLEANERS. *grin*

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Hee!

Turns out I was worried for nothing. The next morning, he decided Box City was the BEST THING EVER and spent the next 48 hours doing nothing but dragging his favorite yellow-and-pink fishy from box to box and rolling around on top of them like a glazed-over pleasure freak.

Resilient bastard. :)

[starturtle0977.livejournal.com]

Sleep well - hopefully :D And catnip??

[brandywine28.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I have been sleeping well. Which is insane, 'cos I have, like, NO reason to feel safe here. At all. But... *shrugs*

Catnip! Good idea! But sucking up wasn't even necessary in the end; Hugo's a busy young man. Far too busy for petty grudges. He's got things to do, calves to bite -- you know how it is. :)