Rocking Chair

When I first adopted Murphy and he curled up in my lap, I told him I was going to get a rocking chair, so he and I could be more comfortable.  I told him I could read a book while he was in my lap enjoying our company, sitting and rocking.  Then, Murphy stopped sitting in my lap until fairly recently.

As if someone heard me talking to my own cat and did not like me connecting, creating a bond, and enjoying myself in my own home.  Do you understand this?  With malice, deceit, and effort while I have been living in this house someone or several people have gone out of their way to make sure I do not enjoy or have a bond with my animals.

It is disgusting.

There has been planned events with the wrong oversight and vision in place.  I had wanted to go see the movie Sicario: Day Of The Soldado, then I looked in the mirror and remembered the malicious and cruel acts of my hair breakage and loss.

You will not be seeing me there.  I am putting a stop to it.