she runs to the front door or the kitchen door every time she hears a sound. she runs after me every time i move around. she comes over and meows and i tap my thigh and she hops on my lap. she gets on the table and i kiss her head. she walks on my keyboard and i say you can't and she sits on my flip phone. it buzzes. i'm so glad she's here. otherwise, aside from the saga of mom, no news. i'm continuing my mental health plan. it's so warm today i may bring my book metamorphosis, the search for franz kafka, and have a dip in the lake.