i am coming to terms with the fact that i am the marlinspike hall cat lady and that people will
forever gawk and giggle (from nerves, you know), and possibly even congregate below the
computer turret, pointing, whispering, wondering how many felines i've stashed up there.
the truth, that we have but three, and a whole manor for their happiness, does not seem to matter.
o, the sorrow of being unjustly maligned. still, if cat lady i must be, i shall wear the mantle well.
i plan to spend the evening massaging dobby's bubbling belly, so as to release his angelic gases
causing him to sigh in simple pleasure. quick, cue up appalachian spring and that lovely shaker hymn...