27 June 2011

I rarely want to pull myself up out of bed to go scoop cat poop and scrub out last night's dishes at the cat shelter (least of all when I have woken at four am and already had a couple hours of purring back to sleep), but when I do this thing that I in all rationality do not want to do I feel better. Today I visited with some shy cats shocked to find themselves in such shabby surroundings. If in the morning as I walk I feel as though I can't breathe, when I am paw to paw with a wide-eyed tabby face I feel at peace in the world. I regularly do things that are boring and menial for a little bit of peace.

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