Captain Ferry, she dictates the way the wind blows around here.

She’s fallen asleep on me, wrapped up in a towel, as I’m writing this. She’s making little squeaks and stirs from time to time; it’s terribly sweet. As much as I love having her around, I’m also looking forward to her being well enough to go to a new home. Hopefully a family that will let her stick around this time, for as long as she goes.

She can be such a terror at times: when she is being territorial or when I’m not giving her what she wants because I have no idea what she wants. The constant cleaning wears me out too. I’ve had to sacrifice time I should have spent on a project I planned to launch this summer.

But when I see her learn from a new experience or improve with the physiotherapy and diet I’m giving her, I quickly forget the weariness and forgive her for the bites.

Having a pet is just not on my agenda at this point in time, I simply do not want to be responsible for another being’s life. So Ferry, if there’s only one thing I wish you can understand: please, get well soon.