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Ooog: sleep? what's that?

Bedtime: 2 in the morning. Not bad.

Wakey-time? 7. Why?

M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow? M'yow?

shammash was having some existential crisis or other, mostly composed of the element I didn't learn about until the second round of this, little miss half-siamese outside the back door. I opened up my door, he came in, he got a snack, he wandered back out, I shut the door, thinking that the issue had been the munchies, and what but the m'yowling doesn't start back up again. I scoop up Raver-girl, head out there, and oh, there's the miss outside. So I scoop up the Mosh and bring him in my room, and of course now he's asking me, "M'yow? M'yoooooooo? Meep-meep mrrrrrr?", followed, of course, by crashing as he plays with Eris and moshes into things, especially trash cans.

shammash is used to having access to the entire apartment, and he complains when he doesn't. eris_raven is used to my room.

Now Mosh is hyper, and when he's hyper, he makes Eris hyper.

Fuck.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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