So two days ago i had just started to come out of a really bad and stressful couple of weeks (mostly financial woes), so to fix my rut I wanted to work out again.
Now there’s this long haired gray tabby who patrols our particular apartment lot (and who tends to take siesta naps outside our door), so I’ve given this cat enough pats and strokes that it doesn’t bolt in my presence.
I guess I’m writing this because two days ago as I was heading to the gym trying to not feel bad about myself I was jarred out of it quite suddenly because something was Meow-ing rather loudly. I look around and holy balls this cat was calling for My attention (there was no one else) and trotting from a whole yard away making a beeline for me (this is a first).
Even though some negative aspect of me said it only wants my attention cause there was no one else around at 9am in the morning man I just felt so darn happy just giving the cat what it wants.
Anyhoo feeling slightly better and better- today a friend invited me to their wedding (first time!), my sis wants to make a comic with a pitch I’ve been brewing for weeks in my head and I just helped another friend with their homework and I finished two self comics.