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Smokey scared the pants off me yesterday. It was entirely my fault, but I’m now very wary of windows.
The story is that I decided the flat was stuffy and opened my living room window rather wider than I normally would. I thought nothing of it until I was sitting on the sofa having finished work, when I suddenly realised that the little furry monster was on the window ledge and had all four paws outside the window. My flat is first floor (second floor if you’re in the US) and therefore quite a long way from the ground.
I called to her, and she ignored me, so I went over and gently but firmly lifted her back into the living room and put her on the ground. Then I closed the window. Then I went and sat on the sofa, trembling with anxiety. She’s never shown any interest before in what might be outside the flat. Maybe she thought the flat was fusty, too.
In other news
I have no other news. My boss thinks I might take some of the spare time I have to do online training, which I will. It’s just that I hate online training, it makes my head ache.
I do think I’m worrying in my lizard brain, because I’m spending time online buying stuff, principally food, that I don’t properly need. I’m also having anxiety dreams, which is quite unpleasant.
The story is that I decided the flat was stuffy and opened my living room window rather wider than I normally would. I thought nothing of it until I was sitting on the sofa having finished work, when I suddenly realised that the little furry monster was on the window ledge and had all four paws outside the window. My flat is first floor (second floor if you’re in the US) and therefore quite a long way from the ground.
I called to her, and she ignored me, so I went over and gently but firmly lifted her back into the living room and put her on the ground. Then I closed the window. Then I went and sat on the sofa, trembling with anxiety. She’s never shown any interest before in what might be outside the flat. Maybe she thought the flat was fusty, too.
In other news
I have no other news. My boss thinks I might take some of the spare time I have to do online training, which I will. It’s just that I hate online training, it makes my head ache.
I do think I’m worrying in my lizard brain, because I’m spending time online buying stuff, principally food, that I don’t properly need. I’m also having anxiety dreams, which is quite unpleasant.