Ventured 20 feet from the homestead tonite to see if indeed, the moon would do the thing it had been promised to do. Moon did the thing. Quite spectacular and otherworldly, repetitive too. Ah, craver of constant stimulus, gaze upon the stars and contemplate internally, as others have before you. A cat befriended me, we being the only two seemingly in existence in this, the witching hour. Her and I got to experience the nightly happenings that make up so much of the excitement of suburban living. The young, drunk, stumbling 20 something year olds, escorting their son of about 7 or 8 years towards their door with a few carefully chosen colorful phrases. The presumptive father carrying another sleeping child, an infant from the looks of it, I couldnt really tell because there was a blanket over the face. Could’ve been a corpse, could’ve been a sleeping baby, and hey who I am too judge cause who among us hasn’t had to disguise a crime, right? Haha. The way they were drunkenly switching said blanketed dead weight between themselves made me think they weren’t so sure either. Its way too late for paragraphs, indenting and the like so im just gonna say this cat is fucken koo koo. She keeps presenting (i think thats the right verb? Or is it an adjective?) to my ankle bone like im gonna give her the sweet alleyway- in- a -puddle -of -dumpster-juice-howling-fight-fuck, that beasts of her nature seem to enjoy, and although im flattered at the thought of an actual living thing being interested in my milkshake, im gonna have to pass. You see, I have this uncontrollable urge to scratch violently, claw my eyes out, and have unrelenting asthma attacks when in the vicinity of these soul suckers. (I may have, just now, justifiably alienated the lot of my followers with ill speak of cats, but seriously, I dont get along with personalities bossier than mine, therefore claiming cats as buddies isnt in my past, present, or future future.) Anywho, we played for a while, her acting all slutty on my tibia and fibula and I, being the tease I am, tried to preoccupy her with a blade of grass I so lovingly plucked for her enjoyment. Tonite is the first time ive touched a cat in about two or three years, and also the first time ive seen a child corpse. Its also the nite of my first, full frontal, unabashedly monotonous lunar eclipse.