They Win!

All week, I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of getting sick. I can feel something in the back of my throat (and it ain’t good!), and have been a little fatigued. Like last night, I was out in the living room reading Infinite Jest while listening to Joy Division really loud. Roomie was in the kitchen making dinner, singing along and dancing to Joy Division. “She’s Lost Control” was playing which is her fave JD song. I’m reading the words that David Foster Wallace is writing, and the next thing I know I’m nodding off. It’s really irritating. Once I finished the chapter, I started to head off to bed. I mentioned to Roomie how strange it was to have Mambo sleep with me Tuesday night. Mambo is very timid and is scared of people. Roomie told me about it when I moved in, and I just figured oh well. But last week, she started coming up to me to be petted. That surprised me a little. But I figured that she is getting used to me and knew I won’t do her any harm. Then Tuesday night, she comes in while Kiko and Whitman were sleeping on my couch. She jumped onto my bed and slept with me the whole night. I was completely shocked when I woke up yesterday to find her still there. I guess I have some sort of energy that she likes. *shrugs* But she is a really special cat. She hangs out underneath the house hunting rats and mice. She is so anal she has their skeletons organized. Heads in a certain section, bodies over yonder. But once she lets you get close to her, you can feel something about her that compels you to hold her and never let her go. Reading back at all of this I’m realizing what an animal dork I am. I guess this is what happens to people who don’t grow up with animals. I’m attached, I’m hooked. They have taken my soul (or what little I had left).