InsaneJournal

posted at 7:30 AM
I woke up this morning with a cat on my face.

In my bed.

In my house that should be at the bottom of the Pacific.

To the soothing voice of J.A.R.V.I.S.

The improbability of each of these facts is staggering, and yet here we are, as if the last four years had never happened. I can live with that. But the cat is another thing entirely.