Sometimes to make the house seem smaller I'll turn on the radio in different rooms. Somehow when the sound fills the empty space, it doesn't feel empty anymore. Tonight I've chose to rely on other means of security, however. Tonight my comfort zone takes the form of a tiny little grey kitten named Tivo who won't get the fuck out of my lap or stop purring. She likes to hide herself inside the belly of my big sweatshirt and rest her head on my pudge. She also likes to drape herself across my hands and the laptop while I'm typing, which is a minor irritation. She too is under the weather -- I know she misses all the boys. She follows Whitney and I around diligently as we go about our business. She sits on top of the toilet while I shower.
I have so much to do and so very little motivation to do it. I have to clean the fuck out of my bedroom, do all my laundry, and clean out my car within the next week or so. I'm tired of all the clutter everywhere, I might go crazy.
Okay, its very late, and I must go to bed now. If I can get this damned cat off me.