Hunter S. Thomcat does this thing where he sits next to me in my office and stretches out his arms wildly until someone holds his hand. You might think he’s just stretching but he won’t stop or open his eyes until he reaches someone and if you aren’t paying attention he’ll also meow. It’s weird as hell but last night I think I finally figured out what was going on:
Laziest. Cat. Ever.
PS. Today we’re going to pick Hailey up from rodeo summer camp. She’s been gone almost two weeks and I’m basically living for the photos that show up on the camp website that prove to me she’s still alive. In the latest pictures she was just wearing a sheet and I was like, “Fuck. She’s run out of clean clothes and she’s just wearing her bed now” but turns out they were having a late-night toga party in the cow barn. Which is almost as unsettling as running out of clean clothes. Maybe more so. I’m trying not to think about it.