[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!
One late-night trip to Giant yielded a particularly meow-tastic bulletin board spread!
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!
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.
Over and out.