Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.
Maya Angelou
I have to rely on my phone or tablet to know what the date is. No, not because my memory is failing, I do lose car keys if I don’t keep them in my leather vest pocket. That is their place. I lose track of the date because that isn’t really a factor in my life.
I get up, make coffee, feed the cats, feed myself, decide how I want to spend the day. If I decide I want to play a video game, I always do some horrible job that needs doing. Today, so far, was to move the couch out to reveal where the cute little purr bags have been pooping. That was a rubber glove spray cleaner job.
I have been sending them out to play with the bigger cats, I am up to a few hours at a time. Soon I hope soon they can move out there permanently. I just want one poop-free room. Pee too. I had a sheet that I was using as a blanket during the hot nights, it dared to touch the floor. The kittens punished it, by using it as a place to pee.
I immediately ran to the sheet when I saw it on the floor and picked it up and sighed, thinking I had got there in time. I didn’t, I picked it upright in the middle of the wet spot. That is my life, cleaning up after kittens and cats. Why do I do it? Because they are the only ones in my life. At least until I open the door to the online predators on the dating site.
They devour good men there.
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