My new home, which I will be moving to this week, has a resident cat, a small orange tabby rescued from the streets of Phnom Penh by my (soon-to-be) French-American flatmate. These pictures were taken from my time in Los Angeles -- I forgot how having a pet makes home more homey.
It's Sunday night here and the end of a lovely weekend. Last night, I accompanied my (soon-to-be-former) American flatmate and his friends to a boat party, thrown for their lovely German colleague. There was some dancing to James Brown and Michael Jackson on the rickety-rockety boat, as the lights of the city lazily slinked by and the night breeze blew.
At one point in the evening, my flatmate and I sat out on the narrow deck of the wooden boat, escaping the salsa music that had just commenced, and, there, quietly savored the darkness stirring around us and the dim night sky above. We sat drifting along the Mekong River in this manner for who knows how long (until the boatman told us we were soon docking), complicit.
Life has been too harried lately; I need more of those moments.
Haha, these are so cute. I don't know why, but cat's faces really crack me up!
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the move! Having a pet makes a huge difference.
ReplyDeleteI know. I love their funny faces.
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