shedding season is over

My coat is rebuilding. Which is good. I need it right now. Shiny hasn't been seen for days and curly disappears for hours on end, and then only to pop in for a quick nap. Worse yet, it appears some hobos haven taken up the common room like its some S&P boxcar.

I just cannot shake the feeling that they're slipping away. Reeks of betrayal, it does. A good swan friend of mine -- a trumpeter, she always crowed loud -- helped me realize the contentious nature of the mother/daughter relationship (and clearly misunderstandings are only magnified inter-specially) but my whole understanding of stable domestic structure is upheaved. God truly is dead.

Although, curly is still definately in and out. And I'm pretty sure shiny's coming back soon. In fact, I expect her anyday now.

We have finally conquered the heat!!! -- By which of course I mean, its become unseasonably cold. Thank the tigers. Anyways,




I must say, its satisfying to nuzzle my nose in a blanket again. Curl up and save my warmth for protection. All these comings and goings and prolonged absences really have me a bit wary. Where do they go!!?!

Anyways, to get to the bottom of this, I've been doing a lot of meditation, and honing my disapparating. I just know it'll come in handy at some point! Say today, I tried to get into the rooms down stairs and did manage my way thru, well not thru, but to the other side of the doors. There was all sorts of stuff down there! And yet, no signs of inhabitance. Soon, they should come. Soon this house will hear life, delicious non heteronormative life.