balding angrily

1. My toenails and fingernails are a mess.
2. The cats anticipate dinnertime by two or more hours. Jerry feeds them at six and they start moaning for food at three-thirty. I’ve always heard that we humans have crippled our internal time-to-eat clocks by being dependant on mechanical watches and clocks. Should someone invent a kitty-watch so that me and my kitties can have the same disassociation from nature?
3. While sonority may look like sorority; and while a sisterhood of college girls can be said to be a condition or quality of being resonant in a metaphorical sense, sometimes a play-on-words joke just doesn’t land.
4. Starbucks decaf espresso pods don’t produce a sufficient crema.
5. One of my cats has a licking fetish. My bald head. My clothes.* A bit of sheet poking from beneath blankets. Wood. She spends too much time making these things wet with her sand-paper tongue. I wish I were her.

*And not even the parts of my clothes infused with my manly scent. Just random patches of clothes. The part of my shirts adjacent to my back-fat, for example.