My days are filled with nothing-ness. No direction, other than to spend some time with my friends that are home. This is quite a change from my previous month spent in Europe. It's back to reality. I've said this before, but I'll repeat it here. I feel like I'm a piece of driftwood, aimlessly being pushed around by the currents in the river of time. I think I need to be around other people to find motivation, which is kind of disheartening. Maybe I should just look at it as, I like to work with other people towards a common goal.
I am looking after Oliver's cats though, for the next week, so I can look forward to playing with them. I played with them for an hour today, after taking Oliver to the airport. They're a pretty cool bunch. I flipped a feather toy around them, baiting those cats to try and catch it. I made a game out of it, trying to jerk the toy out of their reach before they caught it. They batted their paws on the toy, and whenever the cats beat me I let them win, they would gnaw on the feather toy, attempting to kill it. I noticed that one cat was more feral, attempting more to drag down the toy and bite it. The other cat seemed to lack the killer instinct, instead only batting at the toy with both paws. Very cute.
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