Crystal Fullerton Fine Art

It's been a long couple of months. I feel kind of like the critter above! Yes my hair is unkempt, I am pretty sure I forgot to brush my teeth and my neural networking capabilities ranks a big fat "0" on any sort of intelligence scale.

Going back to school has been akin to hitting a brick wall with all the finesse of a rocket. I am pretty sure I know how the bug who hit the windshield felt. You know the one that survives impact at 120km/hr? I looked like that leaving my Chem midterm last week! I passed but the class average was 43% . You don't need to be a fortune teller to know that one (or more) of my fellow students will experience the joy of being a Christmas Grad. this year!

They say animals such as cats have the ability to sense turmoil and stress in the people around them and some even say that their presence helps calm down individuals.

I am worried.

Cloudy, our feral cat turned house cat (during the winter months only..she is selective about it!) , who has successfully avoided me for several years (the feeling is mutual) has suddenly decided to become a lap ornament and even as I type now uses her tiny little claws to perforate...I mean knead me. The effect is anything but soothing.

Why would this beast who has shunned all forms of affection for four years suddenly decide that I am in need of some feline lovin'?

I admit her purring is rather nice but the needle like holes she is tattooing my arms and torso with could stop anytime now. The blood will be hard to wash from my clothes. I am pretty sure I'll get an infection from Lord knows what her little pussy cat toes have been treading in. Ughhh, not a nice visual!

Is it possible that she senses the stress that integrals and resonance and inference have created in my poor crumpled brain?

Or maybe she is getting in one last "see ya wouldn't wanna be ya!" jab in hopes that my spot in the bed will become her next snoozing spot?

Cats are kinda devious that way . I wouldn't put it past her.

Well little Puss will be disappointed because I plan on passing calculus and chemistry and statistics and whatever glorious form of higher education the college flings my way. I am pretty sure that once exams finally finish I will be holding down the bed for many hours as countless lost evenings are recovered in a haze of hopefully pleasant filled non mathematical dreams.

With my luck the cat will come back.

She'll sit on the floor beside my bed purring in a thunderous manner just out of pillow range and keep me from achieving that blissful state of unconsciousness called sleep.

I hear it is good for you. I might try it one of these days.

Just as soon as exams are over...and the cat learns to hate me again!