My favorite part of the day, when work is over and I go outside to feed the two strays..
And they’re like, so fucking happy.
Even though I fed them in the morning,
They’re just fucking happy.
The social one headbutts my as the bag pours..
The feral loner starts rubbing against anything around.
Near me,
But not on me..
Two grateful little creatures.
And at night, when it’s time to sleep, Cricket gets in his position and fucks up my comfort level ..
And I won’t move.
Because he’s happy.
And everything is right in the world…
And you people don’t matter.
Because I have this.
And everything is alright, and I’m glad I’m conscious…
(good to notice)
I think it is ..
(hey there Stranger)
Not a bad one,just an isolated one.
Not a bad one.
dawn 