The film Sugarcain is a must-see. It’s about a former school for indigenous children up in Canada, and the horrifying truths that are still coming to light as they investigate its past. And I mean horrifying stuff. It is beautifully done. Absolutely stunning. I wouldn’t be surprised if it wins the Oscar for best documentary. I hope it does. The storytelling is perfect, the cinematography is breathtaking at times, and the story is, well…it’s something we should all witness together, for the sake of all the victims.
The boil on my back is growing steadily smaller. Coops’ eye is steadily clearing. We’re on the mend, us two. Got to meet our new(ish) neighbors across the street, and their five dogs. Yes. FIVE. And they were all so sweet. All outside and getting ready for a long walk. They woofed a little bit at first as I walked up, but they were all so friendly. They said hi to me one at a time. Got some kisses. Head rubs all around.
I love animals. So much. Truly, I do. They bring me so much joy. I love just being around them, I love petting them and making them so comfortable and blissed out that they fall asleep because that makes me feel all calm and warm fuzzies, too. As soon as I was old enough to understand empathy and to read animal body language to know when they were enjoying something, I’ve loved spending time with them, holding them, petting them, and just chilling together. I used to do it, well, maybe not for hours, but certainly for a good thirty minutes or so. Just being together, snuggle up on my lap, or on my chest. It’s one of the reasons I love having the dogs in bed so much. They really help me relax and fall asleep. We look out for each other.
Snacks continues to become a completely socialized normal kitty. He does the thing now where he absolutely loves getting pets on his head. He pushes up into them and closes his eyes, maybe a front tooth hanging out of his mouth. He’ll probably drool when he gets older. And he likes pressing his body up against mine now, too, which is how every kitty I’ve ever had likes to be snuggly. He’s just a cat now, which is wild because he started off as a complete stray. He’d run when he saw me. Same thing with Nugget—she was just a kitten when I first saw her in our backyard with her brother, and they ran away so scared, absolutely terrified. Now, she lets me pet her when I feed her. She purrs so loud. The loudest purr-er. Not Snacks, though. He purrs quietly.
Yeah. You can see I love my animals. Lol.
It was a nice day today. Didn’t do all the much, but that was the point. Night night.