I moved house last month; it feels like I have a new life. The new house came with roses and a kitty cat. I'm told that the cat's name is Kitty-Cat, and that it belonged to the residents-before-last. It was left to fend for itself a few years ago, but one of the neighbor-ladies feeds it. It has a habit of sleeping in my yard in such a manner so as to look dead, and unlike a normal cat, it doesn't wake up when accosted by humans. Touch it while it is sleeping, though, and it will run for dear life. It will also stride off while glowering indignantly if you fail to notice it sleeping under the rhododendron you are watering.
A friend from out of town spent the bulk of the last two weeks at the house with me. As hard as it is to be around other people all of the time, it is alarming how much easier it is to adapt to an abundance of company than it is to get used to there being nobody around. Nobody around, though, is my natural habitat, and I'm really looking forward to settling into a place for a while after having every place I've lived for the past five years feel very temporary.