I have two cats at current, but over the course of the last 14 years, I’ve had nine cats. Not all at the same time, mind.
My oldest cat is 21, so she’s outlived three of my cats. The others were rehomed. Two of them were rescued siblings.
Over the course of many years, I’ve had to deal with these creatures tearing up my bedroom and bathroom door.
I’m in the midst of using a repair putty, then painting the door to mask the damage. I have to do sanding to smooth it all out.
I hate sanding…
On Another Note: I found some very old stuff I wrote back in 2006-2013. I was horrified. And angry… and got that weird rubberneck thing people do when they see an accident. They keep looking. I kept reading… My brain knew it was grossly wrong and extremely indecent. EXTREMELY.
I’m glad that I couldn’t stick to one thing back then. But my goodness… it was so detailed… so graphic.
I don’t write explicit and graphic sexual scenes now, but I did back then.
Yes, they have been deleted. Fully.
Did not know they were still there. Shame on you, Protonmail!
I also screamed a lot in my room asking myself: “What was wrong with me?!”
I found the original concept for “Navigating The Curve,” in all its sticky and wet ‘glory.’ That’s putting it nicely.
I had to cover my eyes.
Gag.
~J. Lyst
What’s great is since I’ve had the medical crises last year, I forget stuff easily. Doing my best to forget that nightmare.
Hey, Miss J! 
Your Thoughts?