fading nostalgia

My left thigh is dotted with little scabs from when Babycat would sit on my lap and something would scare him, sending him leaping off my legs, taking tiny pieces of my skin with him.

I miss New York. I miss my friends there.

Uh, by friends, I don’t just mean the cats. It is kind of sad that I feel I have to clarify, though, heh.