Eight Months of Longing..
..for the cat.
PJ. I didn't even realise how much I've missed her. I haven't seen her since March. March. Eight months. Eight months catless. My PJ. She was her normal self -as in not giving too much- but she does remember me, though. She didn't run behind the fridge to hide like she normally does when people come over. She was my PJ. She is my PJ. How much can you miss a cat? I've seen A a couple of times -here and there, over the last few months. Not that it matters; it's not him I miss. I want my PJ... I haven't seen her since I left. Eight months ago. The plan was to come visit; to get all my stuff, to go see the cat. It just never happened, though. Just wouldn't. Only now. Only last night. PJ.
For those who wonder; all went fine with A. No probs. Nothing exciting either, though. We'll meet up next month. (food! :-) I stayed about the whole of an hour. Or less. And I did get all my stuff. Brilliant.
It really is the flat of death, though. No hot water at the moment; they had came to turn it off -apparently it might be leaking carbon monoxide. Brilliant. So happy I'm not there anymore. I also did remember how hard it was to get out, though. Once you're in -that's that. End of story. End of life.
And he kept going on and on about this new flatmate that never cleans. Ohooh, poor A. Never heard that one before.
Poor PJ.
Other than that, I've now booked flights to/from Paris and Liverpool. Yey! (17-21th of February and 1-5th of March. Only a week in between. Action!)
PJ. I didn't even realise how much I've missed her. I haven't seen her since March. March. Eight months. Eight months catless. My PJ. She was her normal self -as in not giving too much- but she does remember me, though. She didn't run behind the fridge to hide like she normally does when people come over. She was my PJ. She is my PJ. How much can you miss a cat? I've seen A a couple of times -here and there, over the last few months. Not that it matters; it's not him I miss. I want my PJ... I haven't seen her since I left. Eight months ago. The plan was to come visit; to get all my stuff, to go see the cat. It just never happened, though. Just wouldn't. Only now. Only last night. PJ.
For those who wonder; all went fine with A. No probs. Nothing exciting either, though. We'll meet up next month. (food! :-) I stayed about the whole of an hour. Or less. And I did get all my stuff. Brilliant.
It really is the flat of death, though. No hot water at the moment; they had came to turn it off -apparently it might be leaking carbon monoxide. Brilliant. So happy I'm not there anymore. I also did remember how hard it was to get out, though. Once you're in -that's that. End of story. End of life.
And he kept going on and on about this new flatmate that never cleans. Ohooh, poor A. Never heard that one before.
Poor PJ.
Other than that, I've now booked flights to/from Paris and Liverpool. Yey! (17-21th of February and 1-5th of March. Only a week in between. Action!)
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