I’m sneaking up on you recognize who to see what’s happening round right here….
🎶He got here, we had been alone, we must always have identified, he was TEMPTATION...🎶🎶
Properly, it’s’fairly up and down round herel
Mama sits a breakfast with papa.
Rasta involves kitchen French door and appears good-looking and darling and in want of snuggles and friends at each of them.
Mama is making an attempt to reply emails and eat her cereal and get up.
Rasta stares.
Rasta stares and stares.
Mama open the door and snuggles him and rubs his ears..he loves that.
Mama shuts door.
Rasta friends in door once more.
The strain is palpable, no matter which means.
I observe all with detachment and calm….kind of.
I knew was it was wish to be alone, a whole unknown, with no path residence, like a rollin’ stone….so I understand how Rasta feels.
BUT HE HAS A DIRECTION HOME…JUST UP THE STREET!
Sigh……….
We’ll simply robust this out collectively and destiny will take its course, or one thing like that….
Tumbling round on the schiste…that is one blissful kitty.
