thought

the shock of being normal
November 08, 2004

A few months ago I met a cat. I named him Seamus, mostly because "Seamus" is pronounced nothing like it looks. That seemed to fit somehow. He was a very nice cat with shaggy, poufy fur and strange behaviors.

For a week he hung out by my home. He'd hack and howl outside of my window and when I'd come to see him, he'd scamper away.

Eventually I got him to take some food and catnip. I guess that wasn't such a great idea because he scratched the shit out of my arm and I haven't seen him since.

I sure do miss me some Seamus though. I hope he's okay.

Here's a picture from Edinburgh. I'll post more pictures from Scotland if I think about it again. There has got to be an easier way to get the hell away from everything. I am, however, looking forward to going to Austin next month. Bush country/Jesusland... here comes a heathen!!