Dear Sammy,
I “celebrated” my birthday recently. I didn’t do much, just stuck around home and rested. You see, my left knee was still pretty stiff so I didn’t want to injure it any further. On top of that, I just didn’t feel like doing much of anything at all; the one thing I wanted for my birthday I couldn’t have.
That would be you, Cat-butt. All I wanted was to crash out on the bed with you on my chest, purring. But as we both know, there was no way I could have that.
It’s gotten hot yet again. As of right now, it’s 95 degrees. Your dad is not enjoying this at all. I’m not either and I blame my stupid medication. It makes me feel hotter than I should and right now, that is a very bad thing. It’s hot enough right now that your dad and I have zero desire to cook, so we’re sticking to mostly chilled foods. To be honest, I haven’t been eating a lot as it is, due to the extreme heat and the fact that I miss you.
I had a Timber Rattlers game on Friday, but I skipped it. My heart just wasn’t in it. I could see the lights from the door and I felt nothing: no longing, no disappointment, no “I wish I was there” wistfulness. Nothing. I felt nothing. I didn’t even feel bad about missing out on the giveaway item: Harry Potter socks. I have a game on Monday and I’m looking forward to that one, so that’s good. But Friday just felt too soon.
I’ve been playing a lot of Pokemon Crystal lately. You remember that game? I think you did. When you were on the bed, wrapped up in my Bumblebee throw I was playing it next to you and when I was in the National Park, your ears perked up a bit. I think you might have remembered that music, as it was my favorite area in Johto. I saved there a lot. I still do. Just recently, I caught myself a Meowth and named it after you. I want to send it to Alola and start a shiny hunt with it, because I’ve never had a shiny Meowth. I can’t help but think it would be cute.
Work hasn’t been too bad lately, but then again, almost anything is better than Wal-Mart. I haven’t been taking the bus lately, because of that knee and the heat. Both would make walking really tough. I did manage to return that book I borrowed from the nearby little free library in the neighborhood; it was an awful book. Trust me on that. Really unbelievable. If I had known that the publisher was part of Harlequin, I never would have taken it. It was actually a romance novel and those are just way too hokey for my taste. Seriously, how can a lawyer with no medical training, find a vein, do a blood draw and not end up introducing a fatal air bubble? Are you kidding me? Ugh.
The Brewers are playing right now. But it’s not the same listening to the game without you here. You seemed to like the sound of Bob Uecker’s voice. Me, I enjoyed scritching you under the chin and feeling the weight of your chin on the palm of my hand. I’d love nothing more than to feel that right now. That and your purr.
Yours,
Silverwynde
P.S. Your dad misses you too. I think he’d like to be able to split his sardines and imitation crab with you right now.
Iacon East 