april 9th: to be, or not to be

hamlet's been teaching me so much about love. cats kind of operate like a tier system; when you level up, you unlock the next set of rewards. i don't know where or at what point these creatures were cursed with an aloof reputation, but in my experience, it's simply false. he and i are more similar than our appearances would suggest. 

our mornings have become sacred. hamlet's preferred place of rest is atop my sheets, in between my knees. i googled an explanation out of curiosity, and heartwarmingly, it's because he considers it safe and warm and protecting. lucky for him, i'm a back sleeper, and i've been making sure to keep my legs in a "V" shape as i fall to sleep every night. i'll wake up to a much more cuddly cat than his evening form, watching his long body stretch upwards and start purring with relief that i survived the night. i'll scratch down his back, his tail will rise, and he'll crawl over until we're facing eye to eye, nose to snout. i scoop him around to curl his little body up, and i'll lay on my side, and we'll both fall back to sleep. a blissful couple hours are spent that way until i realize it's 9, and he starts screaming the second i grab his food bowl.

i really do fall in love fast and hard and deep. my kitten is no exception.

there's a certain morning routine i miss more than anything. i'm reminded of absence every time hamlet and i cuddle. everything's fresh, defenseless, and pure. 

something fun that happened to me today: i saw fargo at the paris movie theater!