When The Clock Goes Back, My Time of Stay Goes Forward

About time I put another tick mark on the wall. My official stay makes it six years but there's also a countdown that was created -- this time to coming home. Patience is key, but I can't help myself from fidgeting. And I am pretty nervous, too, because I know I will see a lot of things have been changed and that I will never recognize pieces of my old life anymore. Like coming back to a whole different world called home.

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Like Jolie adopting United Colors of Benetton litter, we almost adopted a set of uncollared street kitties. I have no idea where they came from, they just showed up one day on D's doorsteps. One gray and white tom he named "Rancid", the other a black and white tom, he christened "Sordid". Then there's the elusive "Cement Ass", after she was spotted wiping her butt on the sidewalk. I never knew where they get their nourishment because the only friendly feeding they got from us was a bowl of milk. Perhaps the neighbors did it. Rancid is the friendliest of them all, I just call out to him and in an instant there he is on my leg, shaking his quiet pee scent on his 'territory'. I got to reciprocate this friendliness by carrying Rancid twice, after that I rarely saw the cat again. I guess he felt so molested and violated by what I did, when I saw him another time he pretended that he doesn't know me anymore.

No adventure whatsoever. phhft...