Rainbow Child

I love small things. I can collect them, store them, pile them, hide them. If I had a big thing I wouldn’t know what to do with it.

One year of silence was simply erased from our minds after 5 minutes of conversation. Too bad it was only a dream.

Four months of acting stupid will hopefully be forgotten after a beer and a talk. Thank you

This is going to be a great day, I just know it!

I love it when he calls me darling. It’s so Breakfast at Tiffany’s.

I took her to the vet today for her annual shot and the doctor said she’s in good health. Me iz happy!

Anyways, after we came back home she went in the living room and I went to my room. When I checked on her she was playing with something I thought was her toy-mouse. What do you want, I didn’t have my glasses on, so I just saw her playing with a gray thingie.

Went I went to the kitchen I saw feathers on the carpet in the living room. A lot, I may say.

She even choked on one before I gathered them all. So let’s see the facts: I saw the cat playing with something, now I find feathers scattered around. OK, where’s the bird and what did you do with her, bitch? I looked around but no bird. Still, I was puzzled.

Finally, Dad came home and I heard him calling me. He was in the living room, holding a bird in his hand! He had found it on the windowsill and thankfully, the birdie wasn’t harmed. We let it out and it flew away quite fast.

Of course, the Bitch isn’t disturbed about what happened and didn’t want to apologize to the bird. But she got a scolding from me: bird are friends, not food!

I used to clean my glasses every day. Rub, polish and make the lenses shine. I wanted to see the world as it was, to see colours and smiling people. But I couldn’t find them anywhere, no matter where I looked. Now my glasses are all smeared. There’s nothing beautiful out there to make me clean my glasses again.