It's 5:30am and Miss Keiko has been pestering me for the last half hour to get up and feed her. I don't want to encourage her behavior, I am sick and tired of having my sleep interrupted, but she's hungry and insistent. She has claws, teeny prickly claws that need to be clipped, apparently. She walks up my body to my head, and when that gets her flung off to the outer reaches of the bed she makes meow-y, mirrup-y noises and goes for walks on unstable items like piles of laundry and carelessly scattered books and makes a whole lot of noise falling over with them.
So we're up, me and the cats. John is snoozing peacefully. Natasha and Keiko are terribly pleased with the situation. I am resentful, but resigned.
Huh. So this is when the garbage truck comes by.
I'm studying for finals. Well, no, I'm not really studying yet, I'm rereading chapters. Studying will involve writing up the highlights of my notes, writing down every term I think will be on the Oceanography test, making index flash cards of important Biology terms, and getting panicky over the whole thing. But that's all planned for the weekend. For now I'm just rereading.
And buying roses. I've bought seven roses in the last week, and (here's the important part) I bought a wheelbarrow. It's shiny red metal, toy truck red, the better to get scratched up when I bang and scrape the shovel on it, but I didn't want a plastic one. I'm going to spend Memorial Day weekend planting roses and celebrating the end of the semester. I may not have liked Human Biology as much as I had hoped to, but I did learn and re-learn a few things so I'm happy I took it. What I'd really like to take is Chemistry for non-science majors. And if you think that doesn't have much to do with roses, you aren't a gardener.
I think I'll go water my plants and take photographs of them in the early morning light. Lord knows I rarely see it, I might as well take advantage of... ah. Keiko just climbed into my lap and curled up into a ball like a sow bug, ready to nap now that she's had breakfast. I guess maybe I'll just look at the garden from the window and pet my cat. She really has me trained.
All your base are belong to us, she says. Purrrrrrr.
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