Holy Moly

I think I aged a few years today. Minimum, I anticipate white hairs on my head popping up in the near future.

Me (right) with my friend Allie in Paris...circa last week.

Me today. It's not my birthday, but this picture was too funny.

Remember my post about the creepy black cat that came into my room during the night? The one with the wild eyes that looks like he wants to claw off my face? Fortunately he’s been MIA ever since that night when I woke up and found him staring at me beside my bed…that is, until today.

He’s back, he’s [still] black, and he’s just as scary. There I was this morning, minding my own business, shuffling around in my pjs doing homework. Since it’s Hell Tuesday (the worst day of the week- 7 hours of class, plus this particular week I had a paper, presentation, and tons of grammar exercises due), I decided a second caffeinated beverage was in order, so I headed for the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Plume was in there, being her typical unruly self. She was awkwardly perched in the corner and I figured she was preparing to attack my leg, part of our usual morning routine. But all of the sudden she darted not at my leg, but across the room. The black cat came scrambling out from behind the cupboard, skidded across the kitchen and jumped out the window. It “scared the Baby Jesus” out of me (Modern Family, anyone?). I actually screamed-a scream of pure terror and shock…kind of like the time when I nearly got run over while unknowingly standing in the bike lane in Berlin.

This cat is a menace, and he’s in our house. How can we stop him? You’re probably thinking “close the windows,” but it’s hot and we don’t have AC, so that’s out.

I suppose for the rest of my time in France, I’ll just have to live in fear…or a puddle of my own sweat. 

Take note-This is what you guys will have
to do for me if I keep the window closed.