so here is to writing.
although i am really not writing i am typing.
and if you want to get down to it, really, i am just thinking.
its raining outside and the pitter patter on the street sounds quite relaxing.
so relaxing, that i don't feel like doing anything besides watch cheap reality tv shows and drink some iranian tea that my mother gave me.
i also like watching my cat, Bear. He can sleep all day, and probably forever if he really wanted to.
He does not like the rain, although, he keeps trying to go outside, tip-toeing out of the doorway, smelling the wet air.
but as soon a droplet hits his nose, or his paws get wet, (which ever comes first), he is immediately sprinting back inside.
He layed next to me for a few hours, which was nice because its actually pretty cold in my house, considering that I live in the mountains and when it rains, the temperature drops,
anyway, he let me put my toes underneath him as he slept, and the result was nice toastie feet.
i think he owed it to me after waking me up at 5 in the a.m. this morning.
you see, the night before last, he brought home a mouse, which is usual, but this time, the mouse was still quite alive!
when i heard thumping sounds and him running around the living room, is when i came to see him chasing it around my house!
i quickly closed my bedroom door in fear of it getting into my closet, or even worse...my bed.
bear cat quickly lost interest and ran back outside, leaving me, on top of my coffee table with a large stick in my hand, to deal with the mouse.
those mice are very quick and good at hiding.
i lost patience after sitting on the small table, waiting for it to show its tiny face, so I decided to leave it to bear cat to find in the night.
so, i closed my bedroom door and placed a towel at the crack beneath it so any mice or creature could not enter.
the next day, i saw no mouse in my house and figured that it ran outside in the dark of the night.
at 5 a.m. this morning, Bear runs into our bedroom pouncing and jumping and huffing and puffing, i turn on the lights and as i regain my vision from blurry, i see that he has found the mouse that has been living in our house for a day now.
its seems to have all fours still and is able to scurry around without a problem, and, of course, Bear cat loses it again.
this time...IN MY ROOM.
i wasn't about to get up and try to find it in the piles of clothes scattered about, or behind many of the easy places for it to hide.
so, i tuck my feet under my blanket and go back to sleep.
once i finally got up around 8:30 or so, Bear cat was still looking for it, searching every last spot he remembered seeing it in.
and, as of now....there is a mouse, living, in my house.
