We had a party this weekend and it was pretty fun. Then I went into a walking coma and I’m not out of it quite yet. Remember walking pneumonia? This is like I’m in a coma but awake. I move slowly and do very few useful things.

Right now I am hiding in my office, which is dim as the daylight wanes, and I am typing as the floppy cat (the Day Cat) flings herself at the door. She wants to come in and it is heartbreaking. She makes these sad mews because she is kind of a real kitten. I would like to toughen her up a little bit. I’m the only human she likes and I resent the burden of feeling guilt that I can’t let her in her favorite spot.

The toxicity of daffodils

The thing is that the kitties eat flowers, and we picked all of these daffodils and hyacinths from the yard for the party, and I said out loud: I will compost these after the party (DSNY PICKING UP THE COMPOST! OYE!).

I couldn’t. They smell too good, so I didn’t throw them out. They are in my office and I cannot let Floppsy the Day Cat inside.

I googled “floppy cats” and found that she may be part Rag Doll, which sounds unpleasant but she does go limp-ish when you pick her up. I wish she didn’t feel so strongly about being in the office.

Some Maggie anxiety

She’s not acting like a person leaving the house. I’m getting nervous she won something in the divorce. A contractor was banging on the door asking to be paid, but she just hid until he left.

Yeah, not much to tell.