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Just another day in the well, wishing I hadn’t chosen Betamax.

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Just came across some of my old origami. I made this just before I moved, and all my origami stuff was packed away. I was hoping I’d find it this one again.

Frog on lily pad, single 15x15 cm sheet. A little wrinkled from storage. Still looks pretty cool, I think.

I was really into origami many years ago, but stopped when I got sick, and my tremor increased, and I didn’t do much crafting for awhile. My hands are steadier now. After a fifteen-year hiatus, I started doing origami again. Less traditional stuff now. I don’t have the precision I once had.

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Gator hanging out just outside my bedroom door.

New behavior, typically around mealtime, and usually when I step out he flees down the hall. This is the first time he has stayed on the couch while I walked past into the living room.

He’s really coming around, my little feral kitty. No pats allowed yet, but he’s getting closer and letting me get closer. He doesn’t feel the need to watch every move I make when we’re in the same room, can even have his back to me so long as I’m at least a few feet away.

And now the body language he’s showing in the video. Very promising! My boy 🐊

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More cat toys!

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Same day. He expands and contracts.

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Making more origami for my cat to destroy 🖤

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I made Gator one of my Cerberus cranes last night to see if he would play with it. Found it this morning. RAWR!

Now I’m going to have to make an origami zoo for him to destroy. Or a city street with a bunch of office buildings. Gatorthra! Fear his wrath!

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🎶 Despite his urge to run, he is still just a cat in the sun. 🎶

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Not a Star Trek fan, but even I know The Trouble With Tribbles when I see them.

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Gator is exploring a little (when I’m not home), and I hear him doing 4am zoomies, which I think is a good sign. Otherwise, he’s watching his new world from the far corner of his top bunk. He’s so scared, but I’m giving him all the time and all the peace, and I’m confident he will trust me someday. Gator will come to me.

It’s nice to have a cat in the home. The species balance has been restored. He’s nothing like Vito, just what I wanted. I wish Gator wasn’t so terrified, but if he needs to be terrified somewhere, I think here is best. He’s safe here. No one will grab him, sneak up on him, force affection on him. I will sing him stupid songs, but he’ll have to suck that one up. Otherwise, respect.

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When your father hunts demons, it can go one of two ways.

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I took the plunge! He arrived on Wednesday. This is Mr Alligator Jones—Gator—born feral in a litter of six tiny kittens. He’d been with his current foster family for the past seven months (he’s ten months now); his siblings socialized fairly easily and were all adopted, but Gator was so anxious and afraid he wasn’t even very comfortable around his brothers. He certainly wasn’t able to come out and flirt for a new owner.

Foster home had a lot of cats and people, and the noise and bustle made him too nervous. Can relate!

I’d intended to eventually rescue an older cat, one who’d been waiting awhile to get adopted, but Gator, though young, was one the agency didn’t have much hope he’d be chosen, as his anxiety kept him from even meeting potential adopters.

His foster momma believes with a quiet home and one-on-one attention and a whole lot of patience, he will eventually come out of his shell. I can provide that. I’ll give him all the time in the world. I will provide him peace and keep away chaos, so someday when he approaches me, it will be my greatest accomplishment. He will feel safe and loved. I can do it.

Plus, a scaredy boy is the furthest from Vito you can get, so I feel no competition in my brain. Does that make sense? Other than that glorious black fur, they couldn’t be more different.

Lots of babbling here, nervous excitement on my part. I’m usually more coherent when posting, but I don’t care. That’s how excited I am.

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This is the way the world ends.

Not with a bang but a whisker.

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I can’t talk about this yet, or I will break. I’m posting this here as a start, a baby step. Anyone who knows me knows Vito is my soul—a part of me. Was. I can’t just pretend the world is the same. Not yet.

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I made a phantom!

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My mom, who is more wonderful than most of my friends’ moms put together (sad brag), surprised me with Christmas booze!

Since for years there have been no churros and no liquor in Jennaville—population me—a small glass of is all it takes. I’m doing just fine.

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The Loch Ness monster’s buddy has been sighted on my kitchen cabinet! Say hello to Teagie, the Teagle Trailer’s very own cryptid 🦕

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This is an audio recording of an anecdote from a podcast (“Do We Know Them?”, ep. 149)—a reminder there are still some pretty great people out there. Vito is just here for eye candy while you listen.