"This morning a fat cat flew and landed on my window's ledge. It was fat with ginger fur. A Ranga. I don't know, is that a ranga? Can't be bothered to give a fuck. Apparently it was eight am in the morning and by fucking nature I'd be sleeping so it kept tapping on my window panes to wake me up. So after much annoyance and its persuasion I got up and opened the window.
Apparently a little too hard and swung it off the ledge.
Oops."
And I still can't sleep. Because of a fat cat.
Life with fiction is a blog started on a sleepless night of December 16th, of inspiration and partial boredom. As boring and pathetic as it seems, it might be fictional (with a cat or not) but it shows how amazing animals (not only cats) can be. I love animals. Do you?
I'm actually a dog person. But I think cats are sexier.