May 26, 2005
Pastel Purple is sunning himself beneath the lamp on my side table. Like a puppy left free to run the house, he was delirious this morning, dispersing shoes evenly throughout the house, tipping the trash and proudly dragging out smelly table scraps, and leaving muddy prints on the tan carpet. He's resting now. His smudges are on the telephone receiver, my computer, and the table itself. Sighing, he rolls over onto his back letting the lamp warm his belly. I've got to round that boy up and pull another Pastel soon. I will watch the next one more closely.