Coyote Walking

House people? Anyone have anything they need me to do for them or get for them? I'm all antsy for some reason. Even cleaned my bedroom, so Kyle can attest to said nervous energy.

Maybe it's just all the craziness in the City lately. Everyone seems to be on edge and a little short-tempered and just everywhere I go I can smell the tension.

Wonder if things would be better out in the woods or way down the beach. Or maybe I should just shift and run it out.

Oh my gosh, this is ridiculous!

I am dying for ice cream and I can't seem to get anyone to sell me any.

I'll do pretty much anything for some!

Help?

Today's a garage day.

If anyone's looking for me, you'll find me under a car, covered in grease, and maybe even singing to myself.

Might not want to stick around once I start that.

I'm done.

I'm not arguing, I'm not fighting, I'm not defending... Nothing.

I'm not getting into this stuff in other people's posts, I won't be reading or getting involved with threads that get unpleasant, and I don't want any of it here.

I'm staying out of it.

You're all my friends. I care about all of you very much and I'm not going to stop being friends with anyone. I wish very much that you all could get along, but I understand that this is probably an unrealistic expectation. However, if we could all just behave in a civilized manner and put our big girl and boy panties on and act like reasonable adults it would let my stomach settle down so maybe I could eat again sometime in the next month or so.

As my foster mother always used to say, 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.'

Now. Anyone want to do something fun with me?

This is Medea, everyone.



She's my cat from home, thank you, Kyle, and I can't believe she's really here with me.

Most cats hate coyotes, but Medea loves anyone she thinks might pet her.

What the...?

I can't...

What is wrong with me?

I can't smell anything!

And I can't... I can't shift.

I feel like I'm going to lose it.