Ha! I didn’t do it for da likes, but thanks though.
I’m glad I didn’t re-home him when I became ill, as most don’t understand him due to his large size and complicated character… as cat ain’t no passive feline, yo!
Literally 
He’s been much calmer today… so until next retrograde season 
lol
Those fucking retrogrades though am I right?
It’s like half the year is a film noir movie.
At least she’s doing alright.
You know it wasn’t always obvious that she would.
We’re all just leaves in the wind at the end of the day.
Yup… and those ghastly full moons -everyone around me has had either a full-blown meltdown or un-epiphanies.
Those who don’t hear will eventually feel… cause/effect, interfering/dues owed, etc. etc. etc.
…only as long as it’s a cool film, not some cray shit! so maintaining One’s standards being a must, no?
Full moons are dangerous business.
Mags, the whole point is that the detective gets dragged in because he has no choice!
Ok? He doesn’t choose crazy.
She? …my cats a he.
Crazy is lightning in a bottle
Crazy is chasing magma full throttle
While writing lines on Aristotle
Crazy is phone lines transmitting modules
Containing traces of the pieces of the puzzle
A dog on a muzzle
Crazy is the lady that looks twice at desperados
And a bad man that a lay his heart down for a model
Crazy is Aztec sacrifices with blood lining the staccato
While someone somewhere is clutching his clamatto
Crazy is fresh air and a cool breeze and an open contour
Bitching and whining while there’s endless land to conquer
Crazy is the borderlands where the well built meets the wild
And further on where the wild meets the outer
I remember I was crazy that time that I sat down
And contemplated the vicissitudes of tomorrow
…to an extent, but not ultimately so, as… choices.
Leaves in the wind… what bank-holidays and vacations are made for. : )
But on a deeper, philosophical level, Mags.
Your cat is considerably more charming than the image I had in my head, not that that image wasn’t charming.
Meaning?
You know, like a poem or a painting or something.
He’s not doing it for da love, but for da money… coz it’s his job.
I love a good murder-mystery/film noir ; )
If it was the money, he would tell that crazy broad to go fuck herself.
But it’s not love either, I agree with you.
Maybe a detective answers to something higher.