But we're temporary manifestations. We show up, police ourselves, spend money, and leave.
It's not the same as a real village. Similar vibe, just done hurriedly, maybe 'cause we can't get it at home. They accomodate us, but it's not he same as a real life. It just feels like it.
For what's worth the people who live around you that I've gotten comfortable with could be a real neighbourhood. You could make them a village. You need to teach your darling cat to walk on lead. Good opportunity for discussion, visiting, familiarity. People aren't going to be scared of a harnessed kitty. Just a thought. I need people to be wary of Jamie. Ha-ha. I'm more worried about them figuring out what a farce of an aggressive dog he is.
Their mode of interacting is a bit peculiar to me, but a lot of them are decent. Never mind where that silver chain for the cross came from.
Not all of them are undesperate and above, uh, bad shit. This we wot well.
The rats are scary. Both human and rodent. Make me glad to have only squirrels and a 'possum present at home. Well, one fox and a 'coon.
But you're the hub type.
Your cat is sleeping elongated on my windowsill. Before, she was sleeping at my thigh. I'm not surrendering the love happily. She keeps Mel and Jamie perky, if last night's antics were any indication.
So she's settled in very well. Mel is sitting guard, and Jamie's sogged out, but in the doorpath. That makes 3. Maybe a teriyaki sausage event.
I'm sleeping on my towel or bed until you turn up. Rest assured your beloved puss is content, though I think she may miss you sometimes, and we're all keeping her amused. I just won the stare-in. And She's a real string cat, huh?
I had to get up, and it's the right time of day, so everyone left, though Mel tried to cadge P's food. Oh, Jamie's back. Aminals are so odd and endlessly interesting.
I've known for a long time that I'm happier the smaller the populace. Spread us out. Room, encampment, or city. Sorry so long. If I could remember how to do it I would move it.
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It's not the same as a real village. Similar vibe, just done hurriedly, maybe 'cause we can't get it at home. They accomodate us, but it's not he same as a real life. It just feels like it.
For what's worth the people who live around you that I've gotten comfortable with could be a real neighbourhood. You could make them a village. You need to teach your darling cat to walk on lead. Good opportunity for discussion, visiting, familiarity. People aren't going to be scared of a harnessed kitty. Just a thought. I need people to be wary of Jamie. Ha-ha. I'm more worried about them figuring out what a farce of an aggressive dog he is.
Their mode of interacting is a bit peculiar to me, but a lot of them are decent. Never mind where that silver chain for the cross came from.
Not all of them are undesperate and above, uh, bad shit. This we wot well.
The rats are scary. Both human and rodent. Make me glad to have only squirrels and a 'possum present at home. Well, one fox and a 'coon.
But you're the hub type.
Your cat is sleeping elongated on my windowsill. Before, she was sleeping at my thigh. I'm not surrendering the love happily. She keeps Mel and Jamie perky, if last night's antics were any indication.
So she's settled in very well. Mel is sitting guard, and Jamie's sogged out, but in the doorpath. That makes 3. Maybe a teriyaki sausage event.
I'm sleeping on my towel or bed until you turn up. Rest assured your beloved puss is content, though I think she may miss you sometimes, and we're all keeping her amused. I just won the stare-in. And She's a real string cat, huh?
I had to get up, and it's the right time of day, so everyone left, though Mel tried to cadge P's food. Oh, Jamie's back. Aminals are so odd and endlessly interesting.
I've known for a long time that I'm happier the smaller the populace. Spread us out. Room, encampment, or city. Sorry so long. If I could remember how to do it I would move it.