T came home last night. As he puttered around setting up his Xbox, showing me his drawings and telling me about his weekend I enjoyed that he filled the space in the apartment with his presence.
Cats are happy for another cuddler. And feeder. Because if they can’t get mom to feed them maybe their much larger brother will. After all he understands about mom not feeding when hungry and how death becomes imminent if those incessant howls are not met.
Asked him what time he would like to be woken at. He said 6. His usual time.
Me: Are you showering in the morning? T: No I thought I would go to school and stink up the hallways. Me: And that is different from every other day how? T: Mom ouch, you wound me! Me: What? It is true. T: Well the truth hurts.
As I write this I am about to go and roust The Beast. And yes that is his nickname. The one saved to my phone. On his I am: The crazy lady who gave birth to me. Can’t say I disagree with that title. Personally I think it suits me to a tee.