when I can't handle life. I only want to retreat, to hide, to escape.
Still want to be a hermit.
Oh yeah, and I passed through that street on the way to work again - none of the missing kitty posters were to be seen. I think he's been found.
Posted about Odessa in cathealth (here) earlier today.
But when I checked before going to work today, the mouse was still there - she must have caught another. She must've thrown up because she didn't chew it properly - found roughly 1/3 of a mouse skull intact. She also threw up some pieces of cat food of which some were unchewed. I keep telling her to eat slowly and to always chew her food, but she won't listen to me.
Anyhow.. instead of sitting in my silent office with the lights out, I'm going to find a nice sunny park bench and read a couple of chapters in the book I'm on before returning home. And hopefully I won't have reason to wake up in the middle of the night, so I'll be rested and able to get to work before lunch tomorrow.
Really don't want to go.