Gangster of Love
Yes, yes. It was a big April fool’s joke. Magnethe has not had kids yet. Certainly not five, and most definitely no pink ones. I did another fooling in my livejournal. I am not joining Scientology. What a prankster I am, eh? Life is nothing, if not fun.
On Friday I was talking to Clare, and she talked about her cat and I told her how I was missing Moomincat. The last time I had seen him was when I had to put him out in the rain, and I was getting the usual doubt whether I would ever see him again. But he came back, yesterday. So good to see him again.
He seems to like that spot. The thing he is lying on, it’s a cover for an old lawn chair. We don’t have the chair anymore. But the cover is a good place to sit, I guess.
There he is. I wanted him to come to my room, but I didn’t want to disturb him. So I simply picked up the cover and brought it to my room.
Hehe. And then soon after…
He dozed off, while I dozed off in my bed next to him. That’s one of the best feelings I know, being sleepy with a sleepy cat in the room.
I woke up a little later when Moomin was stretching his little legs out and then jumped up and out the window. I hope he’ll come back soon.
Now I’m sleepy on my own.