so this is love


december 24, 2005
Davao City


so there i was out in the garden at half past midnight, with only a towel on and the animal-print rain boots that my mother had given me. as i emptied the shovel into ashley's homemade litter box for the third time, i thought to myself: if this isn't love, i don't know what is.



(no, this is not a fantasy or an allegory. i actually do stupid things like this. later that day, by the way, ashley almost died. but, of course, God was watching over my baby and saved her from the dogs)


merry christmas everyone! can't post that much that often because i only have dial-up here. till next year! happy holidays and God bless you richly in the coming year =)

Comments

  1. cathy alvarezDecember 26, 2005 at 1:55 AM

    pretty rabbit christmas cat!

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  2. Crisanto CayonDecember 27, 2005 at 1:51 AM

    i've got what ashley might need to survive her younger, fragile days! see you in Davao! Merry Christmas Jeen

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  3. XXXX YYYYDecember 27, 2005 at 10:49 PM

    purrrrr...

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