tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-04-30:506968Broken Glass, or A Mobile Mosaicall that you build, all that you breakvixenmage2010-06-11T18:09:27Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2010-04-30:506968:4356vixenmage @ 2010-06-11T13:44:002010-06-11T18:08:54Z2010-06-11T18:09:27Z11 O'Clock, Tick Tock, U2contemplativepublic0So I'm sitting here with a little kitten on my lap, and she's purring so loud, and just... I dunno. It hit me, all of the sudden, how incredibly lucky I am for this moment, for this cat, of all the... it seems so stupid. But I have a <i>cat</i> and I love her, and despite all the strangeness inherent, she loves me. At least, I'm pretty sure she does. And I can sit here, and cuddle her, and she purrs and cuddles back. I mean... just. <br /><br />And then I wonder how people can accuse me of being compassionate for stopping to help out baby squirrels/turtles/ferrets/puppies/mice, whatever you care to mention. What the hell did I do to deserve a little ball of fur that purrs when I say the first syllable of her name? Isn't it only just that I treat the life I come across with the same kindness I've found in this life?<br /><br />Eh, I don't know. I've been reading through <i>Reaper Man</i>, by Terry Pratchett. Sheila finally finished it, and it's... well, -good-. Anyway.<br /><br />If you get a chance today, check <a href="http://tinyurl.com/28aw4ue">this</a> out. It's a soccer-type game, and every goal scored is a dollar towards life-saving drugs for HIV in Africa. Very, very good cause, no donation pleas or anything. Just a game, and the more you win, the more lives can be saved.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=vixenmage&ditemid=4356" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments