Thursday, August 5, 2010

"No space - no time, we’ll catch the wind"

"..Strange losses, men died - we crossed a starlit sky
And still no space and time - we’ll catch the wind"

She loves her Manowar

'She' is afraid of the busses passing by

Her mood and her mood

I woke up late - as usual.
She was already up, having breakfast asking 'her' questions. Questions about fur no doubt.
'She' jumped on the bed, all fisty, with a little yelp. 'Hey baby how is you this morning', my hand extending to a wannabe peting. No sir-e. Her teeth around my pinky, ears back and all Hell broke loose. I love 'her'. I really do. Teeth and all.