I don't think that I have ever spent the night alone in my house before, in my lifetime. There has always been somebody else here. The past 2 nights and 3 days, it's been eery, just me and Scout the skittish cat, and no other human life forms. I don't mind solitude, and it's not like I haven't had any contact (Emily has texted me 20 or 30 times.) But I think I'm ready for people to come home now. I'm starting to talk to Scout, more than usual. Which reminds me, I miss Buttercup. And people. And voices (that aren't in my head!)
And that was when she became the crazy cat lady...
ReplyDeleteMeow meow kitty, who's mommy's good girl?
ReplyDeleteI lvoe that you called your cat Scout, then labeled her/him as skittish. Funny. When I think of Scout, I think of Lewis or Clark and they were brave and went through dark nights with scary things all around. I also think of Demi Moore's daughter. Maybe she is skittish?
ReplyDeleteScout was actually named for Demi and Bruce's daughters... she came pre-named by my nephew Derek. They brought her for a funny joke when they came for Thomas and Caley's wedding and we always meant to give her away, but it's kind of handy that she stayed.
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