I'm a designer who also takes photos, cooks, bakes, and explores. Constantly seeking new adventures.
So a friend’s cat, Vader, is at our house while he’s away doing super fun Army stuff in Missouri. While we’ll only be living here for a few more weeks, it’ll be nice to have a kitty around. He was dropped off yesterday and hid under the bed in the spare room all last night and today. Finally, he came out on his own and ran down the stairs.
He’s still freaked out about his new surroundings, he’ll let us pet him and whatnot, but he’s very jumpy and doesn’t like to be out in the open, he always finds something to hide under. His current biggest fear: every light fixture in the house. I mean EVERY damn one. He will crawl out of hiding, look up at whatever light is near him, panic, and crawl back under whatever shelter he can find. Hopefully he gets used to the apparently terrifying light fixtures, otherwise it’ll be a long damn wait until October when he can go back to his actual home.
I want to take a photo of him and post it, but in his current state of scared-shitless-of-ceiling-lights, I don’t want to freak him out any more by bringing a camera into the mix. Updates to come.
Strangely I’ve accepted the fact that lately I just kind of float through life, existing. It’s like some days are a constant state of “whatever”.