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persephone20Sitting at my desk in my room, kitten is snoozing on the bed. I really should go downstairs and put the heater on, but I have slippers for my feet already, and the kitten has decidedly ensconced himself in all of my bedding.
It's really sappy, but sometimes I can't help but stare at him. He's a big pain in the ass, climbing on fly wires and jumping up on benches. But he's also this cute little living creature who has this adorably sweet disposition, keeps me company whether or not I want it, definitely adds his own character to the house... and I look after him. I've never been the one who looked out for someone's wellbeing to the point of making sure he has food and water or else he won't be able to feed himself before. And it's wonderful having that.
And he's so peaceful when he's sleeping that it's like it's a completely different kitten who makes holes in the fly wire and licks up the bacon grease in the saucepan ;)
I have this beautiful house, so many books, feature walls and curtains in the color I knew I wanted to have when I was living in "my own" house. It's stability, and it's weird to have, and it's cool to have. I've got this weird feeling where I have everything I need in my own little townhouse, and everything outside of that is extraneous until I start my next semester of uni. Of course, the internet helps with that. :D I haven't felt that since I was 16 in my mum's house with one of the master bedrooms and everything I'd ever been given living in that room with me.
And I think I'm only realising it because, well because the kitten just made an adorably cute sleepy kitten noise and curled up even tighter on the bed, and becauseandrew_in_nz is currently staying here and hasn't seen me in a couple of years, and we're just realising how little I resemble the flighty girl with bags packed and a different country to go to every other month, with total possessions not out weighing 20k tops.
I like these moments of nostalgia.
It's really sappy, but sometimes I can't help but stare at him. He's a big pain in the ass, climbing on fly wires and jumping up on benches. But he's also this cute little living creature who has this adorably sweet disposition, keeps me company whether or not I want it, definitely adds his own character to the house... and I look after him. I've never been the one who looked out for someone's wellbeing to the point of making sure he has food and water or else he won't be able to feed himself before. And it's wonderful having that.
And he's so peaceful when he's sleeping that it's like it's a completely different kitten who makes holes in the fly wire and licks up the bacon grease in the saucepan ;)
I have this beautiful house, so many books, feature walls and curtains in the color I knew I wanted to have when I was living in "my own" house. It's stability, and it's weird to have, and it's cool to have. I've got this weird feeling where I have everything I need in my own little townhouse, and everything outside of that is extraneous until I start my next semester of uni. Of course, the internet helps with that. :D I haven't felt that since I was 16 in my mum's house with one of the master bedrooms and everything I'd ever been given living in that room with me.
And I think I'm only realising it because, well because the kitten just made an adorably cute sleepy kitten noise and curled up even tighter on the bed, and because
andrew_in_nz is currently staying here and hasn't seen me in a couple of years, and we're just realising how little I resemble the flighty girl with bags packed and a different country to go to every other month, with total possessions not out weighing 20k tops.I like these moments of nostalgia.
