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Barclay.

on the compelling demand of Maria Now a brief report on the balls of fur that has recently been removed but not cost-free discharge roommate. His name is Barclay, is now about 6 months old and full of puberty. Features: It has a private war with my shoes - which he has done for some luck, my army is numerous . It differs me from the side, is very focused on me and also brings everything you peppers from the back: he retrieves. And is house trained, needs lots of exercise. He likes to sleep in my bed in the morning I will wachgestupst of a wet nose and, more recently, for whatever reason, even wachgeschleckt. That's about as funny as run over leg even if I otherwise the principle of a two-year-olds have facial hair. Of the four-legged tongue is in fact pretty darn rough. In the description of the creature, I try to keep two lines: on the one hand, I do not want to drift into this girly-cute-describing in terms of "I am the Hallilalöli Bahkliiii and I RV jetzi in Hausi of ... fuck off", on the other hand, will I somehow get inside a punch line. The latter was desperately trying hereby: It's a hangover. No dog.

He purrs look at, has the softest fur in the world (Supa for cleaning shoes, so maybe the private war), very very playful, but cool because it brings back everything.

Meine Morgenroutine hat insofern einige gravierende Änderungen erfahren: Wo ich dereinst zu so humanen Zeiten wie 10, 11 Uhr circa langsam der Welt mein Augenlicht geschenkt habe, selbiges mit Espresso und dem Trockensalat aus Richmond, Virginia untermalt habe, sieht das nun wie folgt aus:

Gegen 6.30 Uhr, manchmal auch früher, direkt proportional zur letzten Essensausgabe vom Vorabend, werde ich erst wachgestupst ("Bllllüüüüüüwäääääärghbllllprfff"), sodann wachgeschleckt ("Man muss das, du [ab hier zensiert]") und dann überrumpelt. Dieser Prozess wird zumeist begleitet vom Akkumulieren allermöglicher knisternder, things round, aluminum balls, the packaging of the Afri- cigarettes and everything usually found next to the tags on cappuccino on saucer. I throw it, force coordination skills through my humble 40qm2 postwar Germany, then to hope to have another 5 minutes of sleep. After 2 minutes the mountain has become larger again, and ... well.

I stand on most, down the stairs and start feeding. For the past one and a half months, paints a comforting purr of Augsburg in the beginning of fall for me, and I confess it feels good and makes a lot of fun. As long as the purr remains, it is probably based on reciprocity.