Back to Business.

[today: coffee while walking with bangs in my eyes, note to self: need to cut them, Pratt orientation: ID cards, bursar/registrar/candy store, lecture halls, nervous laughter, grassy lawns, pizza parties, cats galore, hipster paradise, srsly. now: the Bed-Stuy night cools around my shoulders through the open windows to the street sounds and the purple sky as I type in the dim lamplight, blogging, wearing my ripped jeans and drinking this IPA with a picture of a fish on it, reveling in my laughable trendiness.]

Jake and I arrived back to Maryland one sultry, early morning in late July, and caught the Zak-express back to Lusby. The days that ensued were sleepy, pleasant, and overcome with laze. AND ALSO CATS!

My handsome cat friend, Tsi-Shi, enjoying a rare moment of person-kitty interaction. Swoon.

One fine afternoon we visited the museum/sculpture house of righteousness, Annemarie Gardens, and found THIS fine trash can. (Jake is embarrassed to go out with me.)

One late-night trip to Giant yielded a particularly meow-tastic bulletin board spread!

Yes plz.

As always, this is not a cat but I love this dog so much…it’s hard not to attach him to everything possible. Welcome to the cat blog, again, Seamus– you’re the best dog in the world!

Look at that smile! A+.

After a week of straight slugging, a time dotted sleepily with lake swimming, crossword puzzles, and toast with marmalade and butter, the ever-grand Madre de Jake drove us up to my parents’ Pocono hideaway where we drank wine, played Scrabble, and perched even closer on the edge of our burgeoning adulthood.

This is my cat at that place.

GOT TO BLOG

Over and out.

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About bearicaquinn

Smallish, smushy in the sad parts, certainly destined for cat-lady-dom. Enjoys boats, bikes, black coffee, pug faces, sourdough bread, the morning when you have slept long enough, beards, mountainsides, art, rooftops, etc. Will continue to live in things that are interestingly shaped. So octopus.
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