As my inspiration dries out, the Whiskey bottle dries out. I have finished Jack Daniel 750ml for a week by my self. It sounds like I am alcoholic, isn’t it? I think this is one thing that I can hardly help. Yes, I have to admit that I love to drink. The reason is, not that I like to being drunk, that I like to being drunk with people. Well…anyway, I have been drinking this Jack Daniel by myself. It doesn’t sadden me being alone, but I miss some of my friends who I could hold for drink over night.

Whoa… I must leave something about Rosie’s escape last night. Whenever I cook a chicken or beef, I don’t just throw away bones. I keep those for making soup. On the day of escape, I was boiling chicken bones in the pot. Well, after I got a phone call from my friend, I went out forgetting all about the soup. When I was driving back home after 4 hours later, I just noticed that I didn’t turn off the stove. Without exception I could smell instantly burning bones from my apartment. When I opened the door, gosh. Literally I couldn’t see anything. I check the pot; it was all blacked and making tons of smokes. I opened all windows and I turned on the fan. Rosie’s escape took an advantage from this smoky incident. I went to bed leaving all windows open. I woke up about 3 in the morning… All the smokes went out of the apartment, and I was looking for Rosie as my habit after I got her. Whenever I swing the bell that I got from my friend’s wedding, she always came into me wherever and whatever she does. She didn’t show up… ‘ Smell trouble.’

After 10 minutes I swung the bell, she was running into the living room. What I found was her paw with dirt. She had been out side…. She broke the screen, and she escaped. I was tracking down how long she had been outside. It was at least about 3 hours. What came into my mind first I found her like that was ‘ Kittens.’ I don’t want any more cats… I am planning to take her to Animal Clinic to see whether she got pregnant or not.