Bear, aged 8, was the leader of this particularly chaotic takeaway. I overheard them pretending to phone another customer - customer order 125 - and explaining that their delivery would be delayed by approximately fifteen minutes due to a “rockslide.”

“Hey, wait a minute, what was that?” I asked.

“Are you order number 125?”

“No, I’m order number 165.”

Bear said severely, “we don’t give information about other people’s orders.”

“That’s very professional,” I said, “but what was that about a rockslide?”

Bear said, “that’s not your order.”

“Sorry,” i said, justly chastened. “Was it a big rockslide? Is it on the news?”

“If you need information about your order, you will get it.”

My pretend phone then pretend rang, so I had to answer it. It was the takeaway.

“Number 165? Your order will be delayed by five minutes.”

“Oh,” I said, “why?”

I love it when kitties make tiny little noises

she does!!! it took her a few months, but she's finally finding her voice (in the form of dainty little chirps AKA meeping)

here are some of her go to's:

Oh anon you have no idea....

Ghost likes you a bit raw when he gets back, a bit too real and human. He needs it to be dirty in a way he can't possibly explain. Ghost wants the stubble, the greasy hair, the blue ink smudged across the side of your hand.

He loves you in any form, but a bit messy? It feels like home. Like there's no performance for him to put on. He can just fall into you an exist.