penny cat came to bed last night just as r. was asking if they were making themselves scarce.
purring, eyes glazed, drooling on my laptop, staring in the direction of mister below, like a zombie love doll, and when i took the edge of the brown comforter to wipe away the wet she clawed my hand quick as knives and hissed with anger and i shooed her away and now she's making herself scarce again and i'm typing at 3:21 am with two fingers looking at my bandaged hand.