My Dark Passenger

Maybe it was spurred by spending the better part of the long Thanksgiving weekend alone with me. Gotham the Cat—the cat that belongs to the roommate who's away in Asia until December something—began to venture into my bedroom Sunday night.

This cat went from too shy to way too friendly in a big hurry.

Maybe it's because I've been extremely preoccupied with things like adjusting to my new living situation and trying to overcome being fucking destitute, but there is a limit to how much affection I can shower on a pet these days. Particularly a species I'm allergic to.