September, New Moon in Virgo
* Two nights ago, I was bitten in the face by Hamilton the long haired grey cat who only visits us at night. Up until last night, Hamilton and I were bffs, and I had zero fear about picking up any cat. But I'd had a martini, but he was afraid. And he quickly bit me in the cheek when I picked him up, tried to walk toward the porch. He was purring when I put him down. When I came inside I was angry, embarrassed my feelings hurt. Your voice changed when you told him to go , R. said. Are your feelings hurt because it was Hamilton and he was your friend ? Leave me alone, I said. I slathered my face with Neosporin, bandaids. Don't fucking touch me. R., of course, was right. I felt betrayed, but also stupid. Don't pick up strange cats in the dark and try to kiss the tops of their heads is a solid piece of advice. I'm an idiot. Last night, Hamilton and I made up. He always comes after dark, to sit by the rat hole near the coop, comes running when I step outside and say his ...