Freedom

Rae helped me out last night with an impromptu demonic photoshoot.
I had put dark purple shadows under her eyes and colored chapped nude lips on her *and* though she was actually drooling on herself, I snapped this one where she looks quite lovely.
Sort of, trapped inside her own body, sparring with her demons...
Well, today I got home rather early because my class was canceled.
I was going to sit it out and go to Math 107, but I knocked my pop can and Shasta pepsi was soaking into everything. Me, the seat...
And I said,
"It is not my day today. I had better retire."
I returned home and accidentally let Bartholomew out. And accidentally didn't even notice that he had escaped.
It is an unusually sunny day for January (GLOBAL WARMING!) so I can't blame him really.
I discovered that he was gone, and ran outside.
There he was, sniffing my mother's dead African grasses and frolicking quite joyfully.
I didn't want to drag him back into the stuffy little studio, so instead I let Charlie out too, thinking that I could handle two at a time. Thinking that I would just let them have turns.
Bad idea.
Charlie kind of shrunk into himself and hid by the grasses.
Bartholomew was considering escaping the yard and venturing off. I could see it in his sharp yellow eyes.
I tried to capture him and let Firenze have a turn. Instead, all of them ran out and into the bushes.
Poor cats, they really are quite smart, but can any kitten resist the lure of a swashing stick?
Mine couldn't. I rounded them up and locked them safely away.

Then the sad part.
Charlie mewed pitifully at the door. Firenze joined. Bartholomew, normally so silent, also began to squeak sadly.
They pawed desperately at the front door, begging for freedom.
I had to ignore it.
Three unfixed male kittens who don't have their proper vaccinations can't go running off.
I still felt bad.
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