Day 527: Pile of Arse

Search term: careful cat. Not that careful *

A cat has just done careful feet over the bed I'm in, before finding a corner. I think we can co-exist, though I'm not down with the door being wide open, cat-face. We'll have to go halves on that.

Lovely text from lovely Ruth, and one from fine Goodings. A dinner carefully cooked for me, some smiling Italians, a badger, a number of parrots and some new keys. Tomorrow: Crisis. Better sleep, then. I'm looking forward to a full day's work. Get in!

* While looking for this image, I found that someone has created a whole website devoted to snow leopards 'tail nomming'. The internet, I have no words.

Oh, and for those who might suspect me of pollyanna glossing, I am experiencing thumping self-dissatisfaction today. I'm examining it and trying to feel it rather than block it. On that note, off to meditate with it for a bit. There will be gold hidden inside that there pile of arse.