TomiAnne

couldn't find festive as an emoty, but that's ok, i didn't have a title so it will do, and as a mood it would be deceptive, because festive is more like a time of month.  i don't know if the moon is full, i've been up more long and i wanted to type or something, anything but sleep, can't go outside till the sun or Pete gets up, whichever comes first - enough

Thursday, June 9th, 2011 {18:225}

A double dose of diarrrhea is what Sebastian, Sheila's cat, seems to suffer from in the mid evening hours.

All us girls in the room share in Sebastian's suffering.

The stench of his movements is dreadful, being preceeded by the sounds of impending gloom, a fog of stink which reaches to my top bunk in 60 seconds or less, from the release of the first squishy explosion, through his frantic (but brave) scratching to extinguish the offending plume, right up till the stormfront of stink first breaks across my face.

Why I remain in bed, knowing that cloud will assault me, I do not know.  I do know that I cannot endure it, but I reise reise from my bed and retreat outside at the first touch of that offending odor.

"Poor cat," they say.

"Poor girls," add I.