Practice Cat

This is Pigeon. She is a paragon of cute, especially if you add in the snore-purring the photos can't capture.

Cat-sitting

Yes, in only a few hours, a cat will be sitting in my apartment. Just a practice cat, but still. I am nervous and excited. The responsibility! The paraphernalia! The tiny paws!

I'd been meaning to ask, because of my self-injury the other day, does anyone else, when you use this (Bactine)

think of him

(Bakhtin)? Or is that just me?

More

I learned to use ebay today. I'm searching for something really awesome, but I can't tell you what.

Also, someone needs to text me back. (Not you, sisterkins. But I am excited that I can text with you now.)

Horrified

I have suddenly become horrified by plastic bags. Did you know that they get into the oceans and break down into little microparticles that somehow kill plankton? And we need plankton! Interestingly, I have discovered that you rarely really need plastic bags to carry your stuff out of a store. Between my purse or bookbag, my Squaw tote bag when I remember to bring it, and the willingness to sacrfice my dignity by just carrying a pile of stuff, I have pretty much totally freed myself of the plastic bag scourge. It's great. I've also finally started composting--or rather, separating out my organic trash and recycling it with the "yard waste," the way my landlords do. The grossness factor was the main hurdle, but it turns out there's also something satisfying about the whole process.

My one year anniversary of living in Seattle is drawing nigh. Winter is approaching . . . the horror! For some reason, this morning I feel like running away to a warmer climate and a more normal life. Which is not to say, though, that I'm not happy where I am, because I am.

Questions

1. How tall am I? Could I have spent my 20s still growing? I've always thought 5'6", but comparisons with other people definitely suggest I am taller than that. Which would be awesome.

2. Are these things even poems?

3. Are the tomatoes meant to be orange, or will they get red eventually? (They taste pretty good orange.)

4. Where should E and I go to look for a cat? And what if my cat doesn't like me? It will like me, right?

5. Is there any way to stop the days from getting shorter again?

6. What are the chances that the envelope with just my poems and no rejection slip or note could be anything other than a rejection?

7. How long until the ridiculous scrapes I inflicted on myself by falling while running on a little path in the dark will heal?

8. How excited am I that Sisterkins is coming back into the country TODAY??!!