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The dessert mission was completed. A total success. Excellent choice, but totally decadent. The calories went straight to my hips. Not that I minded because it was that delicious.
I really could use a BFF, especially if you can be a voice of reason because the logical side of my brain has gone missing. Missy is fostering a litter of kittens. They are the cutest things ever. Tiny and a ton of work. We’re bottle feeding them around the clock. They make these little mews and are so soft and cuddly. They fall asleep on you. My heart melts every time I’m around them.
Please tell me I don’t need to adopt a kitten. They are adorable, yes, but would be a huge responsibility. One I’m not sure I’m ready for. Did you know there’s a cat that is thirty-one years old? That’s the same age as me!
Missy says I’m overthinking this, but I’ve had this plan, sort of a life plan, for a while. It’s old-fashioned, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with doing things like my parents or grandparents did (i.e. fall in love, get married, have kids, adopt a pet or two in that order). That makes logical sense to me. But what happens if I do stuff out of order? If I adopt a kitten, will it mess up everything else? I’m not the spontaneous type, but I fear one of those cute bundles of fur will be my downfall.
Not much else is going on other than the kittens and work. I’m going to head outside in a few minutes to look at the stars and will be thinking of you doing the same.
Wishing you were here,
Jenny
P.S. That wasn’t my wish on a star. Just in case you thought I’d let it slip.
