September 20, 2007
If I could have had any cat I wanted, the ideal was a white and fluffy. Now I know it to be a Himalayan, preferably flame-point. Then I simply wanted white and fluffy. Fluffy enough to never feel the bones, fluffy enough to have the claws disappear behind the foot fur, fluffy enough to turn the shed into yarn. White so I could name her snowflake. A female she must be. But I never got the fluffy white cat. She wasnít around then. She still isnít. And now I wonder if maybe I wonít let myself have her, on purpose.