die lah, die lah, DIE LAH!!

lousy.

that dreaded "come what may" feeling settling into her bones.

running out of time.

fed, warm and feeling all cosy.

cold, tired and lonely.

in melbourne freezing her ass off.

strangely calm yet defeated.

if her cat knows he's gonna get holed up for the next 10 days and is therefore exceptionally affectionate in hopes of getting out of it.

how her cat tries to cuddle under her arm when he thinks she's dead asleep and not noticing.