September 8, 2026

Roaring of machinery. My vegetation keeps me from seeing if I’m blocked in or not. 

Spotted one of my feral kittens, them I watched just after birth playing on the porch, with the ugly brindled fur. I see one or the other of them from time to time down at the tool shed, where they might abide. This one was unkempt and horribly skinny. I explained to him if he’d just let me pick him up I’d feed him and care for him and he could sleep on a pillow on my bed, but he was not persuaded. Certain souls run from all comforts. They must have their reasons. 

Symphony Chorus, Carmina Burana. I think I had fun.