Here we sit, squarely into 2022 and not a damn thing has changed. World is ending. Gas is too expensive. Online profiles are useless especially for dating. Clearly, I’m in a great mood this evening.

In all fairness, I actually have had a pretty solid evening of food, video games, and fighting off a cold. Ok, maybe a bit of sarcasm is sprinkled on here for fun. Despite the defense mechanisms, I find it hard to complain when Azula immediately crawls into my lap as I sat down to start writing. It’s not the most comfortable writing position, but it’s also the absolute most cozy writing position. Her tiny ass body fits between my forearms reasonably well. And as long as she tolerates my constant twitching fingers, she gets to use my wrist as a rest below her chin.

Ok. Quite literally as I wrote ended that sentence she got comfy exactly as described. Chances are you’ve seen the dozens and dozens of pictures I take of this tiny wench. Am I the weird cat guy that doesn’t have selfies but can show you a phone full of his cat?

Shit. I am huh.

Oh well. I love this kitten and she tolerates having me as her pet human.