Yeah the cold is not a big deal to some. It just seems when it hits me (usually once in the fall and once in the spring), it hits me hard. I turn into a zombie again, this time a sick zombie.

Ok, so this is the cat that likes to hang with me outside. I don't know if he has a home or if he just wonders around my neighborhood. I know its a boy cat because I saw his testicles. He seems really friendly, just wants to play all the time. I don't like playing with cats who have all their claws. He has thrown strikes at me about 20 times now and has drawn blood and scratched through my clothes with several of his playful tactics. He annoys the shit out of me too. But if he is a stray cat, I feel terrible for him. He needs a good home. I can't offer him my house because he already tore up my outside chair that sits on my wheel chair ramp. I have never been much of a cat person, but I really like the friendly ones. I don't like the cats who just stay to themselves all the time. Not enough personality.
Anyways, I hope the cat has a home and the owners take good care of him. I think sometimes I care more about animals then humans. I get bummed out when a dog or cat dies in a movie then when a human dies. Weird? Not that I enjoy humans dying. Unless they deserve it.
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That cat looks like Molly. Maybe they can date.
Fine with me. Let him move to your house. He keeps hitting me.
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