Re-catting

[desperance]

As soon as you write something down, it becomes untrue. That's inherent.

Last night, I wrote how the bedroom was safe territory for Barry and me, all night long. Last night? Mac irrupted, and chased Barry from the bed. Twice. Then he came back one more time, searched the room for any trace of Baz (who must've been hiding elsewhere, poor sweetie), then nuggled down under the duvet, stretched out at my side and slept there all night long.

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[dedbutdrmng.livejournal.com]

I've just got a Leather Chesterfield as a hand-me-down. This is causing huge amounts of consternation for KeithMarmel who Does not like change.