Things have settled down in my home since this picture was taken. I have acquired furniture, and my housekeeper has been more diligent. But I regret to say that my acquaintance Nicklaus, as I am here pictured with, has not come to the residence in several months.
I wonder what has become of my dear friend, with whom I have shared many a cigarette and brandy...
This used to be the view from my window. Now, ice covers the ground, the candles are melted, the ledge grimey with cigarette ash and spilt whiskey, but the flowers have yet to die.
When I came to dwell in my sabbatical residence, my house keeper left me with this humorous mat so that I could keep my paws warm whilst chatting with her in the kitchen where she prepared my elaborate meals. (which she always playfully pretended to be hers alone)
I've decided to participate in this experiment in masturbatory documentation of one's personal life.
I am currently on sabbatical, alone with only my thoughts and the occasional visits from my housekeeper. I am hoping that this will be a way to chronicle my time alone without wasting time glued to a journal. After all, I have books to read, and birds to watch.
