The Maze

…  that is my [ADHD] brain.

Or for those closer to my age, the Labyrinth that is my [ADHD] brain, complete with Sting and all.

At any given time, I have a gazillion thoughts going through The Maze, like Gladers on crack being chased by Grievers.

Quite a few of them fight each other too.

It goes something like this:

grumble, grumble, grumble… I hate Life.

ooooooooh the birds are singing, how beautiful!

I hate people. Wish people went extinct

I am so lucky to have this place! I love listening to the birds singing and chattering. And then there’s all the kitties that come to my backyard

Jesus, can I ever catch a break… fucking hell… what a ridiculous soap opera…

I miss my kids

Crap, when’s that counseling appointment again, gorram scumbag brain

And that’s just like a 60 seconds window into my scumbag brain.

Anyway, this morning I was wide awake at 5:30 am. I’m finding quite difficult to sleep in this heat. We’re having a damn heat wave and it is not June yet!

I shudder to think how it’ll be in July and August. But I digress…

Mama cat decided to call on me around 5:30. Yeah, the same mama cat I foster with her kittens. The kittens are all gone to good homes but mama decided to adopt me. She’s free to come and go and still spends a lot of time outside but she comes here often. She eats, uses the litterbox, naps.

The training is going quite well!

She already taught me how to play fetch, which meow means I’m hungry, which one means this litterbox is disgusting and which one means I want pets or go fetch the toy for me cause I’m in the mood for play-hunt.

So I got up to let her in. Played a bit with her. Tried to go back to sleep.

When that didn’t work, I decided to give in to my sudden desire to sketch.

However, Kaylee had a different thing in mind

Fine, I said. I’ll grab a different sketching pad. You can have that one as your day bed. Jeez!

This is what I ended up with:

I suck at drawing cats, in spite of the two live models I had in the room

Meanwhile, taking miss Kaylee’s cue, gorgeous mama cat napped on the sofa.

In other news, I made the envelopes for the handwritten letters I am supposed to write. So there is hope, people! You might yet get them.

I also suck at speech language therapy, as you can see.

In my defense, first there were kittens, and then there was the Neighbourgate….

At least that’s my story and I am sticking to it, yeah.

yo! if you sent me your address, one of those pretty envelopes will be going to you. Hopefully with a letter inside.

Now I go make cards while trying not to get heat stroke

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4 thoughts on “The Maze

  1. Sid Dunnebacke says:

    As entertaining as your brainwaves are, I really only like them when they’re happy about the birds singing, or whatever. But I also know exactly what you mean about people.

    You do NOT suck at drawing cats, BTW.

  2. Cat says:

    Awe mama cat is identical to my little missy who died last year at 16. I watched her being born and hand fed her and the other cat, Kaylee looks like Missy’s mama. Tortie cats are always very vocal

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