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One of the cats that appeared while I was putting away my bike after work today. (At first it was just one black one but soon three more joined us. All together, two black cats and two orange ones.) My landlord rescues kitties and keeps some outdoors. They make for cute companions when I go to get my bike out of the garage.
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This is how I had hoped to spend this Sunday:
Instead, I spent it at work. I’ll be speaking at a library on Wednesday with a colleague so we were preparing for our presentation. It was time well spent but that didn’t stop me from wanting to snuggle up with my kitty, some knitting, and an audiobook.
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This is the reason I don’t finish my knitting projects as quickly as I should:
Dixon comes over and naps in my lap, taking up all my knitting space. (I started a sweater vest last night that’s 15% finished already! It’d be farther along if the purr monster kept away from my lap. It would also help if he kept my yarn out of his mouth.)
He’s also the reason I got the apartment in Brooklyn. When I found out that my prospective landlord rescues animals (and because she asked about him when I told her I have a cat), I sent a photo of Dixon with my rental application. When the landlord called to say that I’m in, she said my move was “shameless, shameless!” Then when I went to sign the lease, she again said how that was a shrewd maneuver. I pimped out my cat to get an apartment and I’m not ashamed! If you had a cat as lovable and huggable as Dixon, you’d do the same.
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