Home Alone

I have lived in a new apartment with the woman I love and a very good friend of ours for two weeks now, and tonight is the first time I have come home to an empty apartment. Home, for once, is being treated like an actual home, not just a place to sleep and relax while accomplishing (or ignoring) other things. For the past two years I have lived an increasingly transient lifestyle, spending more and more time away from my bed, and engrossed in either work or companionship, never quite feeling at home where all my things lived. Although it is slightly uncomfortable to be alone and witness a neutered tomcat grab a maladjusted, malnourished feminine feline still in possession of her reproductive system by the scruff of her neck and have his way with her. The Nature Channel plays right in my hallway. The only other thing I would change about having cats are the fur tumbleweeds.

Now they prowl around like nothing ever happened. The one in the tuxedo watches the traffic while the little girl - easily frightened- disappears for a few hours.