terrakotta

I've decided to devote the entire evening to completing my final project for the seminar, due Thursday morning. Of course, it's about 98 degrees in my apartment and I am constantly interrupting my typing to wipe the sweat off my cheeks. I really shouldn't bitch because I hate winter even more. If it was autumn all year round, I would be in bliss.

I took a cigarette break a few minutes ago and sat on my back porch. I could see a woman walk by on the next street over; she was jogging alongside a large Great-Dane-like dog. Outside one of the houses was an orange cat, and the lady stopped momentarily to allow the dog and cat to sniff each other. After a good once over, the cat gave the dog a happy rub along its face. Then the woman gave a tug on the leash and led the dog away and further down the road. The cat walked alongside them. When the lady realized the cat was following them, she broke into a jog again, I believe to dissuade the cat from continuing. The cat stopped, watched them go out of sight, then pounced happily in their direction as if to catch up. It was pitiful and I felt instantly lonesome for Orange Cat, who seemed so earnest.

I'm feeling a kindred spirit in Orange Cat. And I'm not even drinking.