Insanity...and a lost cat!

"When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being happy and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth!"
- Cynthia Heimel
And so I go about, making a complete F&%%&*%* A%^%*^& of myself.
Each day!
In some way or the other!
People, I have a grad school interview lined up for the 5th of April. It is just so crucial that I do a good job. Because if I don't make it, I will die. No kidding. I can't imagine sitting at home for another year. I feel immense anger at myself for allowing this to mean so much to me. I realize the potential aftermath, if I fail. And yet, instead of working for it, I just while away my time.
Am I delusional? No seriously, am I?
And then yesterday afternoon, the weirdest thing happened!
I walked out to the backyard to find myself being greeted by a cat! He came running towards me to rub against my legs I think. And poor unsuspecting me! I nearly had a fit! You`ll never find a stray animal around where I live. So I realized he must be lost. And terribly scared. And I wondered what to do.
Truth be told, I am not a cat person. In fact I would even go so far as to say that I`m very scared of cats. But I didn't want the poor little thing to die. He would you know, out in the cold(Yes People, even in March! It`s Minnesota!)without food. So I decided to leave the porch door open and wait for him to come inside and sleep. I thought it would be good to wait it out till The G came home. So I left him a bowl of water and the door open. And lo and behold, he came rushing in, even before I had a chance to make an escape. He thought it was his home! But he realized quickly enough(seeing me dart inside) that it wasn't. Nonetheless, he decided to stay for a while. Sniffed around the chairs in the porch, and then settled down on the floor. And then he left, as suddenly as he had appeared.




I cannot begin to tell you how I`m feeling right now.
He`s gone of course. I dont know where. And it`s bothering me. I wish I had some way of knowing that he`s found his way back home.
And as I sit here wondering why he paid me a visit, just like that, I cant help smiling at the momentary truth of the connection we shared, albeit very briefly. It was strange - here we were, Mr Cat and me; loneliness,the sole nexus between us; and each trying in our own ways,to find our way back home..And may be..just may be, we did.

We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
-Pink Floyd