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Monday December 31st 2012, 1:36 am

Piles and stacks, everywhere. Clutter and disarray, the chaos mess that has become my office these past months while having to work everyday, its all just accumulated, books, papers, scripts, comics, reference materials, art supplies, dust. Only half a floor can be seen. Been entirely too busy to deal with the piled and shoved and tucked. The routine each day has been to get up, try to get some email answered and then get to drawing or writing. But today there was a scurrying about, rolling around thumping up against my legs, wrapping and flopping at my feet. Little bright green eyes full of love staring up at me, the most delicate sad little cries before insisting on climbing into my lap as I sit in my work chair, demanding to curl up all warm and cozy, shiny black fur nestled into an absolute ball of sweetness. Clearly thinking I’m spending too much time toiling. This was quite unusual for him, Bhangra normally is terror of the house, bully of the kingdom, monster of cats. But this morning was such a still little oasis, in the middle of this debris from lack of organizational commitment, in this tossed room of work pathos, he became this overgrown cuddly kitten so desperately needing to just sleep blissfully in my arms. There was no denying, I had to stop what I’m doing and just be, just for a moment.

Fuzzy
December 30th 2012



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That’s not the Bhangra I know…? Might be a sign of the apocalypse?

Comment by Ubence 12.31.12 @ 9:01 am

:^)

Comment by jhw3 12.31.12 @ 9:59 pm



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