There is a path of the dead leading up to my front door.

My cat has been on a killing spree.

At least she isn’t bringing them to me, as a wake up present, alive, anymore.

She leaves them on the front walk.

For me.

She’s so sweet.

So far, I’ve gotten two birds and two mice.

Strangely, she hasn’t killed any robins for me yet, these are just sparrows.

Okay.

I’ve been trying to knit a scarf (and I started around 13, and never got past the standard knit and purl, and didn’t get very into it until now. I need some way to relax, I thought this would do it. I think I was wrong, but now I’m too obsessed with pretty yarns and patterns that I want to try…) and it keeps ending up as a knotted, jumbled, tangled, awful mess.

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