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Get off my lawn!

Let’s have a show of hands. Who was surprised that I epicly gave in and came home with a cat? Anyone? Anyone at all? No. Sigh. I am shockingly predictable.

But I don’t care, cos Carina is awesome. She’s slowly getting used to the Chelsea Mews household, although like most felines, the word “no” does not compute. She’s desperate to get onto my lawn, but I’m hesitant to risk that just yet. Every time she’s managed to give me the slip, she just bolts out. It’s not even a curious sally forth, it’s a “fuck no, I’m outta here.” I spose soon I’ll have have to cut the apron ties.


About writehandedgirl

Sarah is a writer who is passionate about social justice, feminism, politics, and cats. She is a columnist and poet and currently lives in Nelson. You can follow Sarah on Twitter (@_writehanded_) or read more of her writing at


One thought on “Get off my lawn!

  1. *shakes head in disappointment*

    Posted by Gelatinous D | September 18, 2010, 10:04 am

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